Canada Day was yesterday, the First of July. It got me starting to think about how much people love to be first, or celebrate firsts. We celebrate birthdays, which are the anniversary of the first day you were alive, or other anniversaries like the first day you went on a date, or the first day you were married. Races are all about seeing who can be the first to accomplish something, and getting first place in a competition of any kind means you’re the best. Everyone remembers their first kiss, and their first crush. “There’s a first time for everything” and heck, “first” is one of the most common comments that you’ll see on YouTube videos.
I think it’s really easy to get caught up in all the firsts and start believing that if you’re not first, that what you’ve done doesn’t matter. That’s where a lot of problems for a lot of people lie. Only one person can win the gold medal, but the fact that you got to the place where you could even compete for it says a lot about your value. Just because someone was a better artist than you at a younger age doesn’t mean your art isn’t fantastic, and it doesn’t devalue all the time and effort that you’ve put into it. I think it’s important to hold yourself to a high standard, and push yourself to be better, but don’t get so caught up looking at how unachievable first place is that you forget about all the time and effort you’ve put in.
I don’t know. I’ve just been thinking about this a lot lately. I tend to get caught in this trap myself, so sometimes I just need a swift kick in the brain to remind myself that hey, I’m rad, and I don’t need to be perfect in order to be valid, and neither do you.