I started writing today…

…not just in a notebook, but here, in my text editor1, and I had to stop. Because it was garbage. I’m not one to shy away from the SFD (generally), but this was particularly bad (though the idea is still one that I want to continue to explore). So I stopped. I stopped and I started again.

In the men’s group that I facilitate, we had a conversation about this last week — about starting over. Again and again. At every moment, even. We can always start over.

No matter how shitty that draft is.

  1. Is it breaking the fourth wall to point to the tool with which we write? Me? I used Drafts.

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