When I post my writings and images, I don’t know when to quit working on them. They never seem good enough. Never, ever, perfect.
I reread, edit, google, spell-check, crop in different ways, sharpen more, blur a little and color-enhance.
“Hmmm. This is pretty good, isn’t it? I don’t know what else to do anyway…”
My hand shakes and I feel nauseous when I click “publish.”
Once in awhile, I look at them nodding my head, “Not so bad.”
Once in a blue moon, I convince myself, “I am a genius.”
Most of the time, they are close to what I had in my head, but not quite.
I am such a loser.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “But No Cigar.”
“Tell us about a time things came this close to working out… but didn’t. What happened next? Would you like the chance to try again, or are you happy with how things eventually worked out?”