I remember when an eraser was my best friend. With a few strokes, that unplanned line was long gone, or a misspelled word had vanished from my page.
I loved writing in pencil because nothing was “set in stone”. You had unlimited do overs, infinite lives.
Now, note the past tense, loved. Because while I used to bask in the idea of erasing it all away, I learned that (figuratively and literally), mistakes can be good.
I now write in pen, for most of what I do. I love seeing where I started with something, versus where I end up.
Mistakes and ideas can be built upon and turned into something beautiful, even better. Not everything has to be picture perfect, so don’t hide your mistakes.