As this is an effort to continue regardless of perfection, I am writing and publishing without regard to having anything of value to put out into the universe.

Writing and publishing crap and sending it out into the universe is something I have been really struggling with. I am struggling with it, because I genuinely feel that I have the ability to be better.

But I have made a promise to myself to persevere and not judge myself so critically. I am working to carry on no matter how awful I feel my work is. I am working to make myself truly vulnerable, because it is my belief that when I open myself up like this, my dread and my fear is something I have come to understand that others identify with, and those that truly understand this kind of buried shame will read these words that I string together aimlessly and forgive all my imperfections as they wish others would forgive theirs.

Today, this is just going to have to be enough.