A friend recently introduced me to the saying "Progress, not Perfection"; a life lesson that suitably applies to many of us. I, by nature, struggle with this very thing. I am a Perfection-not-Progress-sort-of-girl. So, at times, the perfection part immobilizes me; kinda stops me dead in my tracks. Like this past week.
I spent a few days joyfully not thinking about A Rural Rube at all. I didn't even check my stat counter all week until 2 am this morning, when my curiosity got the better of me. I have to admit that seeing the continued stream of expectant regular visitors every day all week long brought about an achingly obvious eye twitch that still hasn't gone away.
My predictable behaviour in a situation such as this would be to walk away at this point, letting A Rural Rube go by the wayside with just about everything else in life that I've started to do and that I could (operative word here) be really really good at, IF ONLY I COMMITTED MYSELF. Instead, I am someone who has a bit of experience in a whole bunch of areas.
So, I'm going to fight this natural urge of mine. And continue on in the hopes of finding some sort of rhythm that fits for me; some sort of 'in between' the progress and the perfection, so that at least I'm still moving forward. And at least the rest of my life doesn't have to cease in order for me to be here once in a while.