I think I may have changed theme yet another half a dozen times, waiting for something to dance. I use one for awhile, then no…have to choose another one. I’m resigned to the fact I may switch yet another dozen times again before I am completely happy with one.
I can be the same way with any of my writing projects, nothing is every finished. Things are always a work in progress until someone pulls the draft out of my hands kicking and screaming to read it. I over analyze everything, it’s just in my nature to be that way.