I’m stuck on writing something. I have a bunch of ideas in my ship it drafts. But I don’t feel like fleshing out any of those ideas tonight. I just want to go to bed.
This is some form of perfectionism or procrastination. If I can’t do it right according to my standard, then I don’t want to do it at all. There’s a fear behind not doing it right. But I know I can do it right. I just don’t feel like it right now. It’s easier to stand here thinking of something interesting to say that’s easy. I’ve used up a lot of mental energy today in 6 different calls of about an hour each. Somehow, Sundays have become my busiest day of the week. So I’m just rambling here about how difficult it is to find something to write about that I would be okay with. This will be one of those low quality days. Oh well. The important thing is publishing consistently. Who am I to judge what’s low quality? Others might find this relatable, and enjoy it more than other ship its.