I read recently that the word “amateur” means “lover.”
When I think of all the things that I do,
That I try,
That I do well.
I wonder if any of my creations would sell.
Would anyone want to hire me?
Would anyone offer to pay?
Then I think of all the things that I do.
That I enjoy,
That I do well.
And I remember,
I am a lover.
Perfection, professionalism, can go to hell.
I am an amateur.
Lover.