This blog has been staring at me for a while now, mocking me with its emptiness. I wanted to update it, but like all things that come to a pause, it gets more and more difficult to pick up where you left off when so much time has passed.
I kept waiting and waiting for a killer blog post idea to come to mind. Sometimes inspiration did come and I would start writing drafts on my notebook or on my phone only to delete everything. I worried about criticism. I worried about disappointing readers. I worried about hating what I wrote five or ten years later.
Four Eleven and a Half 