I think I've made this reflection several times, but it keeps coming back. I clearly haven't learned the lesson yet.
Perfect is the enemy of good.
I have this idea in my head of how I want the blog posts to be. I want to re-count my Zimbabwe trip in a contiguous series of posts (which at this point is already broken). And I'm getting to the part that was just so awesome, I don't think any post will do it justice. So I just leave it. It doesn't get done.
And because I don't want to post anything else until I post the rest of that trip, nothing else gets done either. Ideas come and go and nothing is written. Everything is on hold for this unattainable contiguous ideal in my head that I'm sure doesn't matter to anyone else.
It's ridiculous, really.
So, I'm letting that go. I may or may not post the rest of the pictures from that trip. But even if I don't, I'm not going to let that stop me from posting other things.
Phew. That's better.
Perfect is the enemy of good.
I have this idea in my head of how I want the blog posts to be. I want to re-count my Zimbabwe trip in a contiguous series of posts (which at this point is already broken). And I'm getting to the part that was just so awesome, I don't think any post will do it justice. So I just leave it. It doesn't get done.
And because I don't want to post anything else until I post the rest of that trip, nothing else gets done either. Ideas come and go and nothing is written. Everything is on hold for this unattainable contiguous ideal in my head that I'm sure doesn't matter to anyone else.
It's ridiculous, really.
So, I'm letting that go. I may or may not post the rest of the pictures from that trip. But even if I don't, I'm not going to let that stop me from posting other things.
Phew. That's better.
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