I think I’m going to blog again, and this is why I stopped.

I find blogging extremely stressful.

You wouldn’t think so, as most people do it to let off steam, not add to it. But for me it’s stressful because I am a blog perfectionist. Go ahead and laugh. Ha ha HA. If you know me, and you do know me if you actually read this, you know that I’m really not a perfectionist. Have you kicked your way into my bedroom lately? Perhaps you’ve glanced at the cleanliness of Meryl’s litter box? Or maybe you’ve recently noticed my ill-manicured fingers? My friend LG bites hers too and last weekend all she had to say was, “wow, at least mine aren’t that short.” I think you get the point. I’m a messy, scattered, anxious person who will let most of her life stand in freefall for an impromptu beach day. Why can’t I parlay this whimsical insane mindset to my blog? This just in, I can.

And I will. Consider me imperfect. Unperfect? I’m not sure (ok, I am, it’s imperfect), but the fact remains that accepting that I’m unsure (insure? I’m kidding) actually adds to my enjoyment of the writing process. I hope it adds to yours as a reader.

But I don’t care if it does. Not really. I’m going to blog whether I think I’m being funny or not. I’m going to blog as an exercise in catharsis. But I do hope you still tune in.

The point is, I’m going to start blogging again.

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