i must admit, i am a bit of a perfectionist. i will argue that i am not…but when i’m worn down in a moment of weakness, i will admit this is my reality. i have this grandiose vision that everything i say or do will somehow serve as the grand finale and as the curtain closes and the music plays, someone somewhere will assign meaning and significance to this experience.
this has been true with my blog. every time i have starting writing for a post, i blank for minutes…waiting for the “right” words, the “right” story, the “right” message to communicate…as if things work in black and white.
and so, as i now have been sitting at my computer for roughly 20 minutes waiting for the “right,” most beautiful combination of words to magically appear, i now must concede. i concede that there are no “right” or “perfect” words, sentences, or paragraphs to communicate today’s message. no lyric or poem to aid in the process. no anecdote to ease the tension. even coldplay cannot fix this (i know, borderline heresy). in reality, there is no “good,” “right,” or “perfect” way to put this, so i concede: