On October 30, 2017, I published a blog post.
It wasn’t my first one ever. It wasn’t the first one that month or that year.
On the surface, there was nothing remarkable about it at all.
It was a snippet of my day. A tale of rushing and running, berating myself, finding presence, gratitude, and grace.
Not a particularly noteworthy day. In fact, a pretty typical day.
A day punctuated by mundane errands and tasks, as well as Divine synchronicity and miracles. As all days are.
Not perfect, yet magical in it’s own way.
That blog post I wrote and published on that day would turn out to hold more significance than I anticipated at the time.
It marked a shift in how I would approach my writing and — perhaps more important — my publishing.
Let’s be honest: writing isn’t the hard part. Putting words on a page is pretty simple. It’s just words. If you’re writing for yourself you can write incoherent drivel.
The difficulty in writing is in the sharing. In the publishing. In letting the work be seen by others, maybe even before it’s polished.
That piece marked the start of a commitment to show up and publish daily. No matter what.
No more waiting for perfect. Not waiting until the piece felt finished or the idea felt thought through.
That was the day I turned my blog into a space for exploration. A place where I could be messy. Where I could throw ideas against the wall to see what sticks. A place were I could experiment with styles and approaches, with prose and poetry, with who I am and who I am becoming.
That’s what this space has been and continues to be.
Some people never start because they don’t know where they’re going. They wait to figure out a niche and plan their content. If I did that I’d never publish anything. I might not even write anything.
Sometimes you don’t know where you’re going until you start writing. The words show you. Or they don’t. Sometimes it doesn’t really come together. Not every at-bat can be a home run.
Like days, there’s no perfect blog post. And like days, each piece contains elements that are mundane and elements that are magic.
Each one might feel insignificant on its own, but when viewed in the context of the whole, it’s pretty magical.
waiting for perfect
will prevent you from starting
just experiment
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