sometimes perfection is unnecessary
So maybe I exaggerated when I said the blog re-design was just about ready to be rolled out. Sometimes I think I'm more capable of awesomeness than I truly am. And sometimes I wonder why I insist on doing things myself, and having them come out *JUST PERFECT*, and waiting until that elusive standard of perfection is achieved before I release my project to the world. This statement applies to my approach to our immigration battle, by the way, and I think it's unfortunate. I'm not sure where things changed. I remember a time when I was a lot less concerned about things. Let's start with Barcelona, where Carlos and I discovered that our original goal was not going to be attainable. So we said, "Hey, let's explore Europe and then move to Mexico." I actually remember the moment when we had that conversation, sitting on an ancient Roman wall in the Barri Gòtic, watching some backpacker slink by, shoeless and slouchy-shouldered. "Could we end u...