Eleven days ago, I shared in a post, about what an amazing opportunity I’ve been given.
I was over-the-moon excited and spent 2-3 days setting up the new blog, profile, an authors Facebook page, twitter and even researched my first six stories. I invited a friend who loves to read, has a big heart and an even bigger personality, to join me in this adventure.
I made these grand plans for creating a Monday, Wednesday and eventually a Thursday series. The details kept flooding me like a waterfall. I invited the teens in my life to be my guest interview hosts.
As soon as the planning was done and it was time to get down to work…(insert screeching tire sound here)…
I had nothing to say, not only on the new blog, but here.
When I have an idea, I take it to an infinite degree in detail. Which, if I were a millionaire with nothing but time on my hands, would be ideal!
Since I’m neither rich, nor lacking in time consuming responsibilities, I eventually (it took less than a week this time) realized the impossibility of accomplishing all I’d dreamt up.
So I reached my perfectionism moment, when I had to decide to either scrap it, or do it knowing it will likely never be what I imagined…
Today I sent a Facebook message to the first person I hope to interview. Then I told another friend and asked if she would be interested in doing a host interview.
Maybe nothing will come of either, but today I stepped forward.