So often I want what I do or make to be perfect. Because I want to be perfect. And not be the incredibly flawed person I am.
And so, I place roadblocks at every step of the way for myself. But I hurtle myself at them.
This post makes no sense. It's a Sunday night and I'm tired and more snow is on the way and tomorrow is a holiday so there's no school and I'm glad but I'm not getting the things I need to get done, done.
And I don't understand why. What are those roadblocks made of?
I am the queen of procrastination. I've raised it to an art form. Hell, I should do these blog posts early in the day so I can be done with it and not find myself in the evening with nothing to say.
And yeah, doing this blog-post-every-day thing is a drag. I know that once February is over, I won't be posting every day.
I'm glad February is a short month.