So it’s been 8 months since I last wrote something on here and a lot has happened since then.
I’ve downsized my plants (and books, and clothes)
I haven’t made pancakes from scratch since that first time.
I am learning to be comfortable in silence
I still don’t have a personal laptop (this is coming to you from my iPad)
I also still don’t know what this blog will be about mostly because I am letting the perfectionist in me win. I am paralyzed not just with the fear of putting myself out there, but that it might not be good enough. There are students who who spend hours in a classroom criticizing people who just write their heart out in a blog post, downplaying the art form in its entirety.
So this post is a little sign of rebellion; a big fuck you to my brain because I won’t let it win. I will write whatever I want. Much like Bill Pullman rallying the troops in the movie Independence Day, I will live on and I will survive to fight another day – we won’t let perfectionism win.