Our instinct is to resent constraints.
All of us struggle with telling our life’s story on a single page. And all of us wish we had more hours in the day…
Under such constraints, we often give up and then blame these limitations for our failure.
But if you can put all that aside and go back to the task, you’ll come upon the rim of creativity.
It’s like discovering a clearing in the woods. If you’re honest about the circumference, there’s usually enough room to do a cartwheel. Or a pirouette.
Constraints always appear as the enemy at first, an evil plot against us, but the edges — the hard fast lines that won’t move — they force a new routine. They squeeze something beautiful out of us.
Innovation is in utero.
Give yourself a twirl.