So, I’ve been somewhat absent from Steemit lately. (More like, a whole month of desperately wanting to connect but not being able due to excess of patria. Worry not if you don quite get that one. You’re lucky if you don’t)
With hard work and A Little Help From My Friends, I am now officially able to connect again. Which is good...ish? You see, I’ve been sitting in front of my recently brought-back-from-the-dead mini laptop for about an hour now… and nothing interesting is coming out! It’s like the inspiration flow just shut down. Maybe my creative muscle is just atrophied due to lack of use (my English-writing muscle certainly is!). Or maybe, and here is where the perfectionism part comes in, I’m struggling to write something worth the so-awaited return. I feel like I owe it to Steemit. I owe it to you, who’s kindly reading this. And to me, because I’ve really missed all this.
It happens sometimes. We want to do something, but we want to do it right. No, we want to do it the best we can. But in order to do that we hope the whimsical muses will come and enlighten us, so we wait. The perfect moment—that one where inspiration, time to work and energy are all in peak value—never seems to come. Maybe we can’t just wait for it. Maybe, as with many things in engineering, we don’t work with the best values—that sometimes take an infinite amount of time to come—but we work within an acceptable 95% range doable in a finite time.
Maybe this is enough for now, just being back. Maybe a bunch of 80% delivered in a decent amount of time are better than a single 100% that might never come. Maybe it isn’t possible to achieve perfection, but we can always aim for it. Normal distribution says, it’ll probably be enough.
