The Fool & the Fowl

My perfectionism is an owl.

A sumo wrestler-sized fowl who roosts on my ‘Delete’ button. I am constantly having to shoo him away from erasing every word that I type…

Particularly, when it’s crap that I write.

Yesterday’s blog is a fine example of such tripe.

The owl hates it.

Despises.

Loathes.

Abhors it with a hellish passion.

But I refuse to let him plop his feathered butt down and delete it.

Why?

The fool rules this roost, not the fowl.

Until tomorrow…

The fool