The Art of not doing

Dear Friend,

Lately, I've been procrastinating a lot. From flossing my teeth to writing, I've perfected the "just do it... later" approach. My masterpiece of delay? Updating my website.

It starts with real enthusiasm. I sketch ideas. I feel momentum. Then I look over my shoulder at what everyone else is doing. "Ooh, I like that." I remix my sketches with borrowed parts. It feels safer this way. But safety costs time, and time kills momentum.

Then I deliver the final blow: "I'll code it myself." Because Squarespace and WordPress aren't flexible enough for my grand vision. Four weeks later, I've mastered the terminal and customized my code editor to match the perfect setup.

But the website? Still not built. I open my design file and reality hits: these custom ideas would take weeks to code properly. Energy fading, I start imagining simpler options before questioning why I'm even updating my website at all.

So it goes.

The funny thing is, this pattern is so predictable. It's not about websites or coding. It's about the gap between imagining and making. In that gap, there's a strange comfort. As long as I'm "working on it," nothing can be judged as imperfect.

Maybe the most creative thing I could do is finish something without second-guessing it.

Small steps.

But first, I need to decide which type of floss to use.