Since January, I've written it a dozen times in my notebook. My first blog post. I hated all of them. Either I spilled too much (risk of feeling exposed) or I shared too little (risk of seeming detached). They weren't 'perfect' in my eyes. If I'm going to write this thing, I have to accept that it won't be perfect and sometimes it might not even make sense. I was never an English major and there might be a ton of grammatical errors. I also have to accept that you might not like what I have to say (for a recovering people pleaser, this is tough). If that's the case, you don't have to read it. I'll mostly be writing about my art. And maybe some other stuff. Done. My first blog post about writing my first blog post.