I think the fact that I love it so much is also the reason why I’m the most insecure about it. I will write something, ask Jarod to read it and annoyingly stare and analyze his every expression, grumble, laugh, etc. Then I’ll become even more annoying by asking him if he liked it and after he responses that he did, I resort to a pathetic, extremely insecure pre-pubescent teeny-bopper and embarrass myself even further with, “well, did you really like it?”
|Jarod and I <3 (December 2005).|
But back to what I was saying: I am horribly insecure about my abilities as a writer because I so desperately want to be amazing at it. I hate that annoying, little voice in my head that says I’m not good enough so if anything this is my attempt to be a better me and a better writer. Also, to that mean little voice inside my head, I would like to say, "F you.”
|Eight day old baby Aiden <3|
Thus, along with facing my fears, this blog is my attempt to encapsulate the beautiful and not-so-beautiful moments that I hope to never forget before they become just another brief passing in time.