This blog, in true Oana fashion, follows a pattern all-too-familiar. It’s late. The usual excuse, of course: it was not ready. How can it be ready with a layout a bit on the crooked side, the colour scheme a rainbow Skittles would sue, without a clear-cut posting schedule and the whole of it just not being… perfect?
“But… does perfection matter if it will just never see the light of day because it’s still not perfect enough?” she asks herself dumbfounded. “Is ~perfect enough~ what we should aim for anyway? Why be enough when you can be more than enough?” “So when does it end? Does it have an end? Is the goal of reaching it fear of failure disguised as breaking the boundaries?” “But then… isn’t not reaching it settling for less?” “So in posting this, am I settling for less?”
Stop.
Hobbies are fun. Fun is not perfect. Perfect is where fun goes to die (yes, the amount of self-control it took me to avoid making the FUNeral pun was morbidly obese). Striving to get above that ~enough~ threshold and be more than perfect can become a little too daunting. So you slow down and do whatever is fun and not perfect. “Or at least perfect enough?” “With such a fine middle ground above the chasm between enough and nothing, how do you keep yourself standing?” “That’s a fun Would You Rather: Be enough or be nothing?” “Why choose?”
Stop.
Overthinking is not fun and it leads to nothing. Change the layout to something you’re mildly comfortable with, keep that intro post you’re hating more and more with every passing minute and write. Just write. Do whatever needs to be done, enjoy what is to be enjoyed and put that word on silent.
Yes, I think I’ll be settling. This will suffice. Not perfect, but perfect enough.