Recently realized that I suffer a lot.

At the same time though, it’s not something I can complain about. Most of my stress is (1) self inflicted, (2) something I can withdraw from at any time, and (3) something that I seem to be actively seeking out.

And interpolating further, I feel even more uncomfortable with the idea of being comfortable, of staying still. I spend a lot of my time, working on the things that I’m the worst at but would be helpful for me to be good at.

This blog is an example of this. I’m fairly insecure about my own writing voice, but this blog is a low-commitment way for me to try and learn to get better at expressing my personal thoughts. It’s scary to put myself out there. But what’s even scarier to me if I didn’t know how to put myself out there at all.

Really makes it about the learning process I suppose. I suffer more by knowing that I’m not learning, than by being uncomfortable and figuring it out. And having people who I can work alongside and who support me has always been really helpful, probably essential to making it through everything while keeping sane.