Why do recall
the shots
I've missed
and
not
the shots
I've made?
Why is it
that now I am
a better player,
that I feel
worse about
how
I play?
Before,
when I sucked,
I was happy
to get
my serve
in bounds.
Now,
I die inside a little
when I miss.
This blog is about the little and big thoughts that pop into my head. I once read that when Flannery O'Connor walked into a bookstore, she would want to edit her published works with a red pen. In the digital world, we have the luxury of tweaking things up after we've hit the publish button. I can be a perfectionist/procrastinator, where waiting for the ideal means little gets done. Here I will share what is not--and likely will never be--perfect.
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