So what do you do?
You write anyways.
If it's good, congrats! You pushed through and created something.
If it's bad, congrats! You pushed through and created something.
We find what we're looking for.
I write about making music, succeeding and failing, trying to stay on top of all things sports, and the meaning(-less)(-ful) meanderings ping-ponging around in my brain...
So what do you do?
You write anyways.
If it's good, congrats! You pushed through and created something.
If it's bad, congrats! You pushed through and created something.
We find what we're looking for.
Completing the act poorly is better than being paralyzed by the plan of perfection.
Finishing a flawed attempt is better than reviewing a perfect strategy.
Execution that falls short in real life is better than perfect plans that die on paper.
Make the promise. Keep the promise.
The album I absolutely have to write is out there.
I haven't found it yet.
But... it is out there... and I won't be able to NOT write it once I find it.
OR... you force yourself to do it because it's not actually out there and instead it's in your head and your soul but needs to be caught instead of found.
Or something like that...
Because it's not that easy. Nothing worth doing ever is.
I made one.
And then I broke it.
And now I have to make amends with myself for breaking that commitment.
I'll be okay. And I'm devastated.
But it's not the end of the world.
It's just the end of the world as it could have been.
Do you keep going? Or do you quit?
And is there a time limit to reverse the quit?
Better to be wise and call it a hiatus.