I just want to write.

You should see my drafts box, all overloaded and bursting with half-written posts and unfinished thoughts. Each time I login to write, those posts stare back at me like I’m some sort of traitor — not allowing them out in to the world. Instead, I open several of them in different tabs, read through the words, make minor changes, hit “save draft” and exit out of the screen. Feeling no more accomplished than I did when I first logged in.

Being prepared for the worst.

It didn’t matter what it was. It didn’t matter what my odds were of it happening. The variable didn’t matter because it didn’t change the way I thought, the way I prepared or how scared I was of not only letting myself down, but more so, letting everyone else down and allowing them to see me fail.

Why my posts aren’t & never will be perfect.

I’m not perfect, my writing isn’t perfect, it never will be. And, I’m ok with that. Connecting, sharing, enjoying and participating will always, always take priority over perfection.

I’m not asking your permission.

:: to splurge on new panties because I want them
:: to say no
:: to to have an opinion
:: to watch re-runs on TV for an entire night
:: to forgive myself for the things I cannot change
:: to be grumpy once in a while