Not So Sure
I drove down to Fresno today to pick up a CommonFire employee/friend from the train station. The FM transmitter wasn’t working out super well (I was getting static, which sparked this drawn-out imaginative scenario in which Jesus was trying to speak to me through the radio), so I turned it off. I started thinking a lot about blogging. A lot about what I do here. Not what we do here, because I think we’re all doing different things. What I realized:
Designing stresses me out. I’m a perfectionist. And since I don’t know enough about it, it’s never good enough for me.
I don’t know as much as I should about the things I care about. So it’s starting to wear on me as I try to communicate opinions that aren’t fully formed.
Blogging stresses me out. The need to write something. The need to communicate something. I like this new design because it only has one post on the front. It’s slower. I want to be slower.
So I’m going to take it easier, I think. I’m getting pretty high stress lately. All the little things are freaking me out. I’m yelling under my breath. I want to throw things because the TV is stuck in black-and-white mode. Something is not healthy. And I think it’s because next week will be our first time alone in one year. Time away will be good.
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