Gonna give myself permission to be brief because I just spent time editing what I wrote yesterday and I can barely keep my eyes open. If I was going to spend time properly writing, I would talk about the dreaded 87% mark, ie where I tend to get stuck.
I’ve been wanting to share this project with more folks but I won’t do it until I have alt text for photos, have fixed the categories, etc. Stuff I should have been doing with each post from the beginning.
added 4/25
It’s related to perfectionism, paralysis, hyperfocus, scope creep, haste, transitions, insecurity… the familiar stew that fuels my work? the creaseworn map that directs my movements throughout a day?
When I take on a project, I inevitably make it more complicated than it needs to be, especially given real or created barriers to execution. I start to falter or fall behind. Guilt and overwhelm take over, sharpening an edge of doubt? slowing mometum like ankle weights?
Then the snowballing follows but I guess it’s the opposite of snowballing which evokes movement and force. Maybe more like a dam that thickens as distractions are less able to flow through. Ugh these metaphors.
I am remembering making a photo album for a dear friend’s wedding. Not ready by the big day. Technically have a year, right? And this way I could include pics from the wedding. First anniversary passed. Embarrassment took over. Then it was time for a baby shower and a reunion. I buckled in, probably stayed up all night before the flight. Had to be worthy of the delay. But there were gaps. I had wanted to do more. A gift delivered with apologies.
Of course it was well received with befuddlement about how heavily it had weighed on my consciousness.
I have so many examples of that creative process.
Dash to the Start 