Rules Are Made to Be Broken

by Tom Swift

Your tendency to want to turn an interest into a project has proven to be folly. There is no need to corral the endeavor into some sort of regimen or curriculum — no need setting arbitrary frequencies and limitations — for there is no mountain to climb, no homework to turn in, no SMART goal to achieve.

You floated unconsciously.

Then you reigned in your aimlessness.

You return again to the dance, those movements that could, if you let them, feel like flailing, your metaphorical arms akimbo, the village eccentric who hears music know one else can, more or less conscious that that is how you are: OK! It may not be genius but it is the closest you are likely to come.

Love it. Use it to its best effect. Love it.