The Enemy of the Good

I have a self-sabotaging tendency toward perfectionism. After founding this blog, I had ideas for a half dozen posts, wrote a few words of each of them, and then became paralyzed with indecision - is this an interesting enough topic to write about? Am I the right person to write it? A lot of unnecessary agonizing over something that barely anyone is going to read anyway. And so this blog became defunct quite quickly, ensuring that no one would read it.

I do the same thing with rituals. I’m the one most drawn to formal ritual structure in my household, so we only tend to blót if I run the blót. But I’ll often wind up feeling like a blót “isn’t good enough”, get discouraged, and never hold it at all.

But anything worth doing is worth doing badly, and I have recently had something of a shock to the system that has catalyzed me into spiritual introspection. So here we go. I’m bringing into the world:

• New blog posts, even if they’re just rambling stream-of-consciousness about my own shortcomings.
• Monthly blóts for the family, that we can evolve and iterate as needed.
• Daily rituals to maintain that connection to house and land and gods.
• Finally pursuing some of my woodworking, leatherworking, and blacksmithing goals, and not letting “being no good at all” stop me from trying.

And hey, if you ever fail to start something because you don’t think the results will be good enough? Maybe just do it anyway. Seems to be working out pretty well for me, at least.