I am my greatest critic. I am sometimes so crippled by this incessant need to have things perfect, that I am forced to give up on things I really want to do. An example of this "need to have things perfect" is my writing. I cannot tell say how many times I have deleted everything in this window and retyped it out with a slight twist, or a total change of topics.
I enjoy writing, and I enjoy blogging. At times it can feel so nice just to get my thoughts down on "paper," to dissect them and organize them in a way that they can't jump out and torture me all at once. Usually after writing I feel the weight on my shoulders lift by a degree. It's a great way to get rid of stress for me. All that said, I am looking forward to writing more in the future.
