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I've wrote a blog post while on vacation #2 a couple of days ago. It was a good post, talking about the creative things I was thinking about and struggling with before I left on the trip.

I also wrote it in the squarespace app, which while I like the interface, is clearly not designed for users who have children interrupting them every twelve seconds (and therefore you have to put your phone down and pick it back up over and over).

So I lost the post.

I was so irked by it that I decided to not bother until my trip was over, since it was all a massive waste of time.

But then the next day, I had a major ephihany that cleared up several questions I had written about in the blog post.

That's the irony of trying this constant blogging, especially when I write about the things I'm struggling with. The blogging itself clearly helped with figuring out the problem. But putting it all out there makes me look... I dunno, wishy-washy? Fickle? I spend all this time saying I'm thinking or doing one thing, and then because of that I change my mind. If I don't say anything, then it looks like I have a plan all the time.

But that isn't really the truth, is it? So I suppose it's probably better to be open about the entire process rather than perpetuate the myth that all creators and writers always know what they're doing all the time.

Anyway, heading home today. Had a great trip, but the day job starts up again tomorrow. Still, I'm encouraged and rested about the future.