Never Getting Around to It

This blog already now has over 100 posts. Blink and you’ve missed it. That went quickly.

Yet, there is something misleading about this number. Many of them pitifully unfinished. Disorganised, half-hearted messes. I’ve been telling myself that I would eventually get around to finishing these up; fully fleshing out my thoughts.

Truthfully, as I’m sure it should’ve been obvious from the outset, that day will never arrive, at least, given my current priorities. That’s okay. Usually, there is something else more important that I could be doing rather than filling in holes from blog posts months removed, on a site that very few read.

For me, with 100 posts now in the rear-view, I remind myself that this was always about creating a practice and just committing to putting down something each day. In that way, I’ve definitely succeeded, so far. I considered extending the criteria for myself from being strictly a new published post every day to also include finishing any old posts. That would add polish to the back catalogue, certainly, but I think it detracts from the present-facing purpose of this website, and the stream-of-consciousness delivery.

The inner perfectionist would have a field day reviewing all the mistakes and empty posts I’ve uploaded here thus far. As much as I could sink time into fixing it, I don’t want to chase a moving goalpost. I’d never getting around to having everything written as I’d like, fully complete. Instead, I’m happy to just accept that it sucks and keep moving forward. It’s therapeutic in a way.