Sometimes I paralyze myself. Not in, like, some magic power sort of way, but more in a ‘Yeah, I’ll do that once everything is perfectly aligned.” sort of way.
Guess what? Nothing is every perfectly aligned. I should know this.
I’ve written about this issue before, this ability to stop myself from doing something because I don’t think it will be good enough, let alone as perfect as I actually would like. However, I am happy to report that I seem to be having some sort of personal growth and am working on changing this tendency.
My first foray into “Hike up those Big Girl Undies and just do it!” is vlogging.
What is vlogging, you ask? It’s just a fancy weird way of saying ‘video blogging.’ When I attended BlogHer this summer I had several fellow bloggers tell me that I should really start vlogging. Mostly this chick. Since then I’ve had some other people tell me the same thing. So my supportive husband bought me a little stand to hold my iphone and a special mini microphone. I carried them both with me everywhere, telling myself I would come across that perfect moment to do my first vlog.
It’s been three months. Yeah. Notsomuch.
Yesterday, someone from high school randomly told me that he stumbled across my blog, loved it and thinks I should find a way to make it into TV or something…so that I can grace the cover of US Weekly someday. (He earned extra points for referencing a specific blog post and personal goal. Only 478 more points until you earn a mini, mini, mini kooshball, my friend!)
It was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Or maybe the power of hearing my name, TV and US Weekly all in one sentence was just too much for me to fight. I had to try something.
So, after waiting months to find the perfect setting, topic and moment, I ended up deciding that 15 minutes before rushing out the door was the right time to record my first vlog. With no specific topic in mind, let alone anything deep or meaningful, I forged ahead. Oh, and I realized the camera stand and microphone were in the car, but was too lazy rushed to go get them.
Also, seeing my teeth up close in video makes me suuuuuper excited that I wore braces not once, but twice (!), and then refused to wear my retainer afterward. Idiota.
Hi, my name is Annie: I will choose tomato sauce because it is 20 cents cheaper, but then waste thousands of dollars by not putting on a stupid retainer at night. Sigh.
Okay, at this point I’m just stalling. Without further ado…A whole lot of rambling: