Unfortunately I missed writing a blog post yesterday.
After a long day at work, my wife and I undertook the laborious task of putting in an application for a tourist visa for her and her daughter to travel with me to Australia in June.
Being able to freely travel is something I have taken for granted.
We have provided all the necessary documents etc. required for the visas but it still seems like overkill.
All we are doing is visiting my parents for a month then coming back to Turkey.
In any case, it consumed a few hours of our Friday night so I sacrificed one day not posting to this blog.
Such is the nature of letting go of perfection.
Fear of making mistakes is a deep-seated emotion.
Trying something is one thing – I have no qualms about that.
Seeing results early, from a zero-start, is something I have benefitted from. For example, as a teenager, the first time I tried water-skiing I successfully got up and lasted a handful of minutes.
All my friends and brother’s friends fell off in their first attempt of getting up on top of the water.
At the same time, persistence hasn’t been my strong suit. I’m working on it, imperfectly.
Lack of persistence is an extension of that fear of failure.
For example, after any initial success, I could stop doing whatever the new activity might be, safe with the feeling that I ‘could have’ kept being successful.
But if I persist with any new activity, it might turn out that my progress stagnates or plateaus.
It would shatter a sense of perfection.
The reluctance to finish anything is the extreme avoidance of failure, a result of our creeping expectation.
Therefore, even though I missed writing a blog post yesterday (after setting the goal to post every day), I am committed to continue with this little endeavour because:
- The reason I missed posting was just.
- Like everyone, I am imperfect.
