Melinda Morley

Spamela is now sending me jokes. I’ll pass them along to you, because Spamela has a bit of brilliance in her. Okay, not really.

“What do snowmen eat for breakfast?”

(Oh, the suspense is killing me!)

“Snowflakes!!!”

Hahaha. I bet you are holding your sides at that one. That sneaky Spamela–thinking that I’ll be laughing so hard, I’ll hit the accept instead of the delete button.

Spamela is also flattering me that my webdesign is great. Well, I did pick it. From the stock pile. Whatever, Spamela.

Now she is offering me advice:

“If you are going to do it, you might as well do it right.”

Whoa. Wait.  Apply the breaks.

I’ll have to think about that one.

Because what if your best isn’t what other people think is “right?”

Then what?

Don’t do it at all? Seriously?

I know I apply everything to writing on this blog. But, I’m a writer, so I pretty much have to because I’m a little OCD in that department. Feel free to interpret my interpretation however you would like…. I’m applying this to writing.

I do believe that writing is worth doing well. Or right. But what if my right is different than your right? What if my well is your fantastic. Or if my well is your pathetic. What if my best is just pathetic? What if I’m not that good?

What if I don’t measure up?

Spamela thinks I should do nothing at all.

SHAME ON YOU, SPAMELA.

So, tonight I’m watching So You Think You Can Dance. There is this guy who is not that great. His technique is weak. But his heart is…magnificent.

And he dances. He dances and tries so hard. And you hurt for him, because he really isn’t that good. But you can see that he is trying so hard. And his back arches weird and his turns are a little stiff. And you watch and you wonder at him.

And those wiley judges, who send so many away, have this trembling dancer stand before them and what do they tell this poor soul?

 We see you. We get you. We are with you. You are perfectly imperfect. You are through to the next level. 

If those judges were Spamela, I would let their comments through.

Because we are all of us, perfectly imperfect.

And we all need encouragement to go to the next level. Whether it be writing, or school, or music, or anything else you do.

Write what you can the best you can, unitl you learn the technique to go to the next level and from there on and so forth.

Thank you, judges, you totally made my night.

(I love “perfectly imperfect!”)