For many, April 20th holds a different meaning. To me personally, it held no meaning at all until I forcibly made it a one-year anniversary of going “indie”. Today has been one year since the Monday after I quit my full time job a year ago.

Of course, if I decided to write this blog post on the 17th, I would have said that it was the anniversary of the last of day of full-time employment, and if it was written two weeks and three days before, then I would have said that was when I gave my letter of resignation.

I do this all the time, trying to make it seem like it was a defining moment in my life. From declaring launch dates that have repeating set of digits to making an ungodly number of annotations (no longer on this blog, thankfully) for that memoir I’m going to write one day, they all lead to this character flaw of trying to justify my existence, rather than just being awesome instead and create awesome things.

But, as with most flaws I recognize, I try to use it to improve myself. And that’s really what this post is about.

I’d like to take this opportunity to start a new wave of posts. There are a number of reasons as to why I haven’t posted, but I think it comes down to being very perfectionist about many things.

I really started using Tumblr as a place to clear my head. I think that helped me lower my impossibly high standards a bit, just enough to let the really good posts pass through the all-too-high high-pass filter.

But this doesn’t just apply to my posts, but also to my projects. At this point, people are probably expecting web gold to be launched at a certain date, or they’ve just forgotten. I really hope is the latter, because my efforts going forward aren’t going to be polished at all. As long as they make it out the door, I think I’ll be happy.

But since yet another one of my character flaws is taking things to the extremes, I hope I don’t just put up crap in the meanwhile.

“If you’re not embarrassed by the first version of your product, you’ve launched too late.”

Reid Hoffman, LinkedIn. At the Churchill Club.

Here’s to being embarrassed. Like, really really embarrassed.