I cringed a couple days ago when I opened one of my email-delivered posts to find three typos.
I had a bunch of excuses at the ready: I was jet-lagged, barely slept on my return flight to the UK, and I was short on time.
Yet deep down I knew all of them were poor excuses.
The expectations I set for myself—the standard of care, effort I put into the craft, and quality of the output—should be constant; unchanging despite what may be going on in my life.
Some will say that it’s not important, that this is a small-fry blog, that the odd typo here or there doesn’t matter.
But how we do anything adds up to how we do everything.
Caring, a lot, is how we get better.