I move to click the little orange plus sign in the corner. A new post, a fresh start. A new idea, a new message to the universe. It’s not about who is listening. It’s about getting it out of your head and on paper, no?
Before I start I notice 3 drafts not posted but recall the enthusiasm I had while writing. Why didn’t I post this? Maybe it wasn’t ready or pretty? I scroll down further. More drafts. I scroll down further. More drafts.
In love with the start but not with the finish. Is it a high? elation? for something brand new? Apparently I’m not finishing what I’m starting. Is it just me? How does that phrase go? Progress now, Perfection never.
Time to let it go. It’ll never be perfect.
So in true form, I’m going to start something new and fresh, and challenge myself to post all of my draft posts by the end of the year. December 31, 2016 11:59:59 PM (or 23:59:59).
Consider this my fear fight.
Progress now, perfection never?