Category Little Things

I think I jinxed myself.

I got a little too smug about my 52-in-52 progress this year, and within 24 hours the universe said, “Oh really?”

I decided to tackle two more goals.

First up: solve a Rubik’s cube.

I’ve watched the tutorials. Rewatched the tutorials. Written three pages of step-by-step instructions in my notepad, like I’m studying for an exam. I have come so close.

But not close enough.

It had to be put away before I launched it at the wall.

Next: build some LEGO.

I’ve got a cute little sunflower mini set sitting here. A bargain Kmart knock-off.

Two pieces in and I realise something’s missing.

It’s fine, I tell myself.…

Earlier this week I wrote about the loss of personal blogs, and how hard they’ve become to find. I mentioned how much I love reading about the everyday lives of others — just the mundane stuff.

And that’s when it clicked that I don’t even write about the mundane anymore.

Somewhere along the way, I started putting pressure on myself to make every post feel monumental. Super polished. Walk away, come back another day, edit it again until it’s “right”. It’s no wonder I slowly drifted away from blogging last year.

If I’m trying to teach myself to embrace imperfection, why wouldn’t that extend to my blog too?

Why can’t I write an everyday post (likely full of errors) that’s fun to write and hopefully fun to read?…