The post doesn’t have to be perfect.

Whenever I wander around I get all kinds of ideas. Great ones, silly ones, big, small, world-changing, ridiculous.

As you walk around and philosophize about life something beautiful happens.

You allow your brain to come up with whatever it wants.

At that point in time, everything is random.

Your next thought. Your neurons firing to produce a new point of view.

But you don’t hinder yourself to come up with ideas.

Don’t say this is stupid. I can’t think that.

Everything just flows freely.

Until eventually voice number seventeen comes into action.

Observing. At first.

Then telling you this or that is crap. Doesn’t add up. Doesn’t make too much sense and have you considered this angle yet?

Wow.

You amaze yourself you think.

Remember some psychological “hacks”. Tips and tricks. Pull them up from the back of your head.

And suddenly you forgot how you got to where you are.

Your physical as well as mental place on the map.

You just got there.

The problem is nothing recorded the firework created inside your brain. All your thoughts are just that. Thoughts. They came and now they’re gone.

But therein lies the beauty.

Simplicity.

Knowing that you won’t be judged for them. Assessed by them. Allowed you to come up with whatever mess was going on in your head. Whatever incident influenced you in that moment, you were able to let it.

Happen.

Do so.

I experience this a lot.

I have the most amazing ideas when I walk around. When I don’t have the ability to keep any of them anywhere but in my head.

As soon as I sit down in front of my screens it’s over.

A burden of performing creeps up my back, gets comfortable on my shoulders and doesn’t leave me alone until I give in.

Decide that now is not the time to write.

What is it.

Anxiety? Feeling pressured?

I’m sure the audience can tell when someone produces for the sake of producing. When he feels he has to deliver… something.

There’s no shortage of good potential pieces of content. In my head.

There’s also no shortage of at bats.

And in today’s society, yesterday’s piece is irrelevant tomorrow. Not peace though. Peace is always important.

Confidence is pulled directly from the performance of your last at bat.

So, I stop looking at yesterday’s try.

What is written today is just that. Irrelevant tomorrow.

Not to be revisited.

Handed in.

Move on to the next.

The next blank page.

Write.

Stay awesome and don’t fail to build!