When I was 728, my family went to California. We walked along a beach near Mendocino. I’ve’d never seen black sand before. I wanted to bring some home.
So I got a ziplock bag from my mom, scooped some sand into it, and put it in my backpack.
When I got back to Birmingham, I put it in a jar and placed it on my bookshelf. “ Cool, ”I thought.
But I only had one jar. It was going to be “ Really Cool” until I had a bunch of jars.
I was missing the jar of sand from the Gulf of Mexico. I was missing the jar of sand from the Caribbean. I was missing the jar of sand from the Eastern Shore in Virginia.
“ I’ve been to so many beaches already! And I never collected sand before now. ”
So I scrapped the whole idea. What was the point in collecting jars of sand when I hadn’t started from the beginning? I’d never recover from missing the jars I could’ve already had.
What a ridiculous thought.
I fall for this trap repeatedly.
- “ I didn’t blog the first half of my trip, so what’s the point in the second half? ”
- “ I haven’t been keeping track of contacts in a CRM , I’m missing so many people! ”
- “ I haven’t been running, I’m so far behind.”
- I haven’t been keeping a journal since childhood, I’m missing so much. ”
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