Respecting my tools

If I treat paper as too precious a commodity, I will never write on it. I’d feel guilt and shame in “wasting” it. Beautiful and/or expensive notebooks languish for months in my shelf. When I open to the first page in them, I stare at it, wondering how to make every mark perfect and deserving to be on it. If I treat paper as too trashy, then I write sloppily, carelessly. I write garbage because I don’t care about the paper enough. I must respect my tools but not revere them as sacred.

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