Oct 16 2013
One of the things I promised myself recently is that I’d write every day when I’m home. I’d gone so long without writing much that I felt the skills start to atrophy. It’s not important what I write about or how much I write, it’s the act of writing that I want to force myself to do. As always with the blog, I assume 90% of what I write is useless dreck, but that last 10% is what makes it all worth it.
In a lot of ways, that’s a good allegory for my life: It’s more important to do, even if I fail, than to not do because I might fail or be embarrassed. If I let failure stand in my way, I’d never try many of the things I’ve become good at over time. So instead I force myself to do things that are uncomfortable in the expectation they’ll become more comfortable over time.
It’s not much, but at least I got something written today. Now off to do something else that makes me uncomfortable: writing a presentation.