You may have noticed that I have become a fairly imprecise speller. I just glanced at the last blog entry and thought I’d give myself a shout out – that I attribute this decline to the combination of a new laptop with flat keys that befuddle my fingers every time they meet, and the fact that most of my posts are written standing at the kitchen counter while my kids question me about this, that, and the other thing.

Sometimes it comes down to a choice between hitting ‘publish’ and having your words read, or of putting it aside, having your files stack up and living mute and with a sense of futility for not having enough time to produce.

I choose production over perfection, mainly because I do not believe in perfection. Things can come close, but if it were attainable, it would no longer serve it’s purpose as a goal and therefor no longer be perfect. Like a robot child, who does everything the ‘right’ way, or a life lived strictly by the rules… such a waste of so much potential.