Here I am not blogging again. I’m really hard on myself and my perfectionism ramps up my procrastination. I heard once, long ago, that “Done is good enough.” At the time I got angry and ranted that I certainly wouldn’t be the kind of person to shove out half-assed stuff, and that I took pride (*shakes fist in the air*) in my work. But now? (insert expletive here) At least I could cross it off my To Do list.
I don’t want my blogging to just be journal entries. And, too, when I write in my journal, I don’t feel like blogging my rant-y stuff (which is actually a good thing for my professionalism).  I could always whine about the things that get in the way of my writing, but that would be boring to read, and therefore no point in posting.
Blog posts should be either entertaining (which rant-y whiney stuff is NOT), or educational (which rant-y whiney stuff is not.)
When my kids were littler, I home-schooled them and I had weekly–if not daily–adventures to write about, with pictures. But now I don’t feel like I have much to report on. My kids are teenagers now; they both struggle with sensory issues that I feel powerless to do anything about; and they won’t let me take pictures of them anymore anyway. Nothing to write about there.
I moved over the summer, but I refuse to write about dis-organization anymore (except for how it inspired me to design a workshop entitled: How to Remain Calm While the Tornado of Your Life Screws Everything Up.)
I could write book reviews. Those are always nice. But sometimes boring to readers. Unless you have a cool gimmick like my friend Susan. She reads books, bakes something representative of the book, and then blogs about it. Now *that’s* cool.
So what to you write on an author’s blog? More words about the garden that is non-existant yet? About the lack of improvement my dog is making in training? About how I don’t get things done because I extoll the virtues of busywork and when it looks like I might be out of the woods on useless meetings or “email checking,” I go and volunteer to run the 8th grade bake sale for the entire school year. Because yeah, I don’t have anything else to do and I have to go pick up my son from school anyway, so how hard could it be?
When I was in high school, I had a Health assignment that included making a “book” about our Past, Present, and Future selves. The Past included photos from my childhood and my favorite foods and games. The Present section held my Freshman school photo and the kinds of classes I took and what hobbies I had. The Future part of the “book” was made by cutting out magazine pictures that represented what I wanted in my life in the future–what kind of living arrangement, what kind of job, etc.
What I put down as my goal for the future me was To Be Busy. (insert more derogatory expletives aimed at my stupidity) Talk about being careful for what you wish for! To me, somehow in my teenage brain that we all know doesn’t reason well from ages 13-25, being busy equaled being important. If you were important, people wanted you to work on their stuff. If you were busy, that meant you were so important, no one else could do your job.
Well. I don’t want to be that important. Frankly.
Done is good enough.
For instance, I’m doing Nanowrimo next month, but I won’t finish it and that’s okay. I’m going to India instead. Way better plan.
What thing did you wish for as a teenager that you’re kicking yourself for now?
What item on your “To Do” list can you say “Done is good enough” to?