I keep telling myself just to write something, anything.

Even if it’s bad (as it surely will be … after all, it’s the First Post), just do something. Be gone, monkey brain! Don’t fiddle with my insecurities. Sure, they’re deeply rooted, but — hey! — I’ve kept them pretty well trimmed back for the last while.

But, see, I’m sort of a perfectionist. I don’t know if that’s what causes my procrastination tendencies or vice versa, but I do know that they work well together, twining their fat evil stems in and around my every thought and action. (See how I did that?)

So, anyway, my awesome husband Kevin is usually my impetus for breaking out of bad habits. Since he’s not yet really into having a blog, though, he’s not going to “encourage” me to get it done. It’s up to me.

Maybe right now you’re thinking, imaginary reader, that the world would’ve been better off if I’d remained strangled in my weirdly weedy world.

And that’s okay. I don’t blame you. I completely understand. :)

Just to prove it, here’s a present:

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