Notebook : pages 55-56

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And now I have an album. A real, actual album: my first, really, after years of singing and writing and recording. It's exciting and it's also disappointing. To have it over, to see the final borders between what I imagined and what I made: that ragged, surprising map, cartography of the strange overlapping counties of Expectation and Realization. Intentions are fine things, but in the end you don't get to have your intentions; you just get whatever manifests.

And I think that's one of the lessons I've taken from this: there's a certain useful honesty in being willing to stop, to let something be finished not because you can't keep at it or you don't want to but because it's just time to stop and let what you've made rest. Call it complete, warts and all.

I have always been a dabbler, a futzer, taking things up and then setting them down and mumbling, Good Enough For Now—but here I have to say simply Good Enough.