I started this blog for a rather peculiar set of reasons. They aren’t worth belaboring, except to mention the sense of adventure it gives me. The reality of blogging seems to me quite different from most people’s preconceptions, including my own.
It’s hard to explain, but somehow it makes me feel more alive. It reminds me of when I took a photography class. All of a sudden I really saw things around me — in a way I never had before. And so it is with blogging. Somehow I engage a bit more fully than I otherwise would.
There’s one ground rule, though. That’s that I have to let go of perfectionism. It’s quite an exercise for me. I have to remind myself of it repeatedly while keyboarding. But I know that if I start laying my perfectionist standards on this blog, it will grind to a halt. I simply don’t have time. And I know this is all very good for me.
Good enough is a glorious thing.