why

short version: i miss writing.

a little bit longer: i used to blog, quite a bit actually. before the days of myspace and facebook, i used a livejournal account. later i set up a blog on myspace and used that as the main medium in which to wear my heart on the internet's sleeve.

however.

from time to time i'd look back on what i'd written and get really irritated at myself for a) grammatical errors b) repetative themes or c) mistakes i'd made and then documented for everyone else to see. ha ha. i fear a chronic case of open mouth, insert foot will plague me forever. :)

after those particular re-reading sessions where i'd start out feeling nostalgic and end up self-critical, the writing would stop for awhile or at times i'd go through and delete the whole shebang, pretending that if i couldn't see it anymore it must have never exsisted in the first place.

last night a wonderful man began teaching me the basic elements of blues dancing, and each time i wouldn't quite catch on to a step or a twirl, my feelings were that of intense frustration because i didn't do it all perfectly the first time.

it is silly- (and to add in this disclaimer: i'm not a perfectionist about everything) i am a lot harder on myself than anyone else would ever be. as i begin putting thoughts out there in this space, i will try to take my writing with a grain of salt and i hope that you, dear reader, will do the same.

i am just a girl, prone to wandering and happy for the freedom to do so.