Ok, so I lied yesterday (there goes that resolution in 2013). In my post the other night, I said maybe it didn’t matter why I stopped blogging and posting. But it does matter. To me. A lot. So I spent a bit of time thinking about it. And the answer was actually easier to find than I thought.
I had a serious case of perfection paralysis. We’ve all had it, at some point. That little voice (for some of us, this voice is louder than others; mine has a tendency to use a megaphone at times) that says things like:
- What if what you write is no good
- What if you spell something wrgong (that was on purpose, people)
- What if you make a mistake
This voice caused me and my blogging to fall into a perfection paralysis. When I wrote a post, it became a draft that I agonized over, for hours. Sometimes for days. Mostly, only to end up scrapping the whole thing because it wasn’t perfect.
I forgot an important truth in writing (and in life): The pursuit of perfection is never-ending. That’s part of the beauty in writing. The meaning and value of the written word is all in the eye of the reader. We don’t all share the same opinions of things, and as such, we don’t all have the same opinions about various pieces of writing.
Not everyone will find that the posts make them think. Some may not even read to the end. Some might downright disagree (although this can be a good thing, but that discussion is for another time).
What really matters, in the end, is that my blog is for me. It is my outlet from the day, my focus for some creativity, and my relief from stress. It’s my opportunity to share a bit of what I’m thinking or feeling, or to talk about what’s been floating around in my mind.
I’d rather my posts be imperfect. I even wrote about that in the past – as it turns out, I continue to be unable to take my own advice.
But maybe, just maybe, my imperfect posts might be a catalyst for someone else who isn’t doing something because they aren’t perfect at it.
- Maybe it’s the person who wants to be a runner but thinks they move like a refrigerator with feet (this also applies to me)
- Maybe it’s the person who sings like a maniac in the shower but doesn’t even dare whistle in public even though they always have a song in their heart
- Maybe it’s the person who won’t go back to school because they are concerned that they won’t get straight A’s
If my imperfect, often rambling, but always heartfelt posts can help one of those people get off the couch, hum a tune, or learn a new skill, then it’s been a good day.
And so, onwards and upwards I go with my imperfect postings. Hope y’all enjoy ’em!