When I sit down to write, I usually have an idea, a structure, and a clear point I’d like to make.
Sometimes, though, when I put the words on paper, they don’t feel right.
So I rearrange them.
I scratch some.
I repeat others.
I turn sentences on their head.
I jumble and mix words around.
Still, something feels off.
On these days, I admit defeat. I acknowledge the post wasn’t ready for the world. I put it in draft, and come back to it another day.
Admitting defeat isn’t a bad thing. It’s simply a lesson in finding the limit.
And we can, and should, be confident that there’s always another idea waiting in the wings.