I suspect the dissatisfaction I've felt with my header is in direct correlation to the dissatisfaction I feel in general. As if changing the header will make everything better, as if changing the header will one day lead me to say, "Aha! Now I've found the perfect one."
Remember that quote I posted of Murakami's a few days ago? "There's no such thing as perfect writing. Just like there's no such thing as perfect despair." I might add to it, "There's no such thing as a perfect header. Just like there's no such thing as the perfect ..." Fill in the blank.
There's no such thing as the perfect job.
There's no such thing as the perfect spouse.
There's no such thing as the perfect writer.
Yet sometimes I almost convince myself that there is, just beyond my reach, the perfect thing which I strive to attain.
As I face going back to work on Monday, and a vacation which ended all too soon, let me be reminded that perfection is elusive. If it even exits at all.
