Perfectionism (no, not again!)
I want to write something. I have things to say to all of you ... and also I have Things To Say in a book. At least, I think so.
What I'm experiencing appears to be Perfect is the enemy of Excellent.
That is, I haven't written a line in days ... and each time I've decided to start, what has come out is gibberish. Just like now.
Too many thoughts tumbling over themselves to escape onto the paper. And when I read it over, nothing seems coherent.
Probably it's just the headache I've had for 20 hours or so. A touch of food poisoning, perhaps? sinus? migraine? (If migraine, it's the quietest in years -- mild transient photophobia, very limited nausea. But, come to think of it, the same interior confusion and taut neck muscles.)
I'm here. I'm just not processing at the moment. Probably more later ... or sometime.
Loving you ALL
What I'm experiencing appears to be Perfect is the enemy of Excellent.
That is, I haven't written a line in days ... and each time I've decided to start, what has come out is gibberish. Just like now.
Too many thoughts tumbling over themselves to escape onto the paper. And when I read it over, nothing seems coherent.
Probably it's just the headache I've had for 20 hours or so. A touch of food poisoning, perhaps? sinus? migraine? (If migraine, it's the quietest in years -- mild transient photophobia, very limited nausea. But, come to think of it, the same interior confusion and taut neck muscles.)
I'm here. I'm just not processing at the moment. Probably more later ... or sometime.
Loving you ALL