Oh WordPress, how I’ve missed you.
Actually, no, I haven’t. I’ll come clean; I almost forgot the password to this account.
Guess you’re our illegitimate stepchild after all.
We go into blogging with the mindset that we’ll keep it up and post regularly. I mean, c’mon, surely we have at least fifteen minutes a day that we can spare to blog, right? Right?
No, we do not. We’re too busy watching the same Vine loop a thousand times on our phone or stalking our ex-lover, ex-friend, ex-coworker, ex-whatever on Facebook.
If you’re new to blogging, just know this: one day you’ll hate blogging.
I listened to a podcast episode of NPR’s Hidden Brain the other day. This episode featured Aziz Ansari, and they discussed a concept known as the paradox of choice.
We love having options, but is there such a thing as having too many options?
I do get frustrated when I can’t decide on an entree at a restaurant that has a million dishes to choose from, as opposed to In-N-Out Burger, where I know exactly what I want since there’s only three items on the menu (secret menu notwithstanding).
How about dating? Is it good now that Tinder, Match, and eHarmony have given singles an endless pool of matches to choose from? I don’t know; it seems to me that the increased dating pool has left singles less satisfied with who they’re currently dating and more curious about what other, better options are out there.
The creator of the paradox of choice, Barry Schwartz, says that there’s a simple solution: lower your expectations.
Lower your expectations? The hell?
I don’t know about that. Lowering expectations can lead to taking less chances, and what is life without taking a chance or two along the way?
I would revise the solution this way: manage your expectations. Be careful not to expect something to be the best thing ever, yet don’t completely give up going in. Find that nice even ground that suits your personality and situation.
Like this blog. I expect I’ll post again once or twice before the new year. I’m not saying I’m going to do this everyday like I used to, but I won’t be forgetting my password anytime soon either.
Chris.
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