Revelation... maybe?

This morning I decided to sketch. I began a drawing of no one in particular. I simply thought I'd play with a little proportion and perspective. It was almost by accident that I savored the process. I had nothing pushing me to finish or get to a certain point. Every now and then I'd step back and evaluate my mistakes and begin to correct them objectively. I was able to let the work teach me about myself...and not be offended. It was one of those revelations that you can almost hardly even call a "revelation" because you can't believe you have missed it for so long. Can anyone relate? Quite simply, it was the fact that creating is WORTH the process even if the product is not perfect or even pleasing. The truth is, as with most processes performed by man, it is very likely that the product will not hit the mark. I have had it in my head for so long that the work of my hands was somehow linked to my value. I feel like I've lived by this lie without even knowing it. It's kind of like this veil that's been covering a whole different world of free expression. How much have I missed out on because I was afraid of what it may reveal? How much have I held back in fear? It's so crazy that we can kind of stumble onto these massive vision shifts totally unsuspecting. I guess that's how God works sometimes.