I’m a perfectionist. A bad one. The one that puts off tasks for perfectionism. Nevertheless, writing happens to be the very few things I enjoy doing.
I realized I need to switch. I need to blog the way blogging is supposed to be done… impulsively, randomly and persistently. It needn’t be perfect. It needn’t be error free. It needs to reflect exactly whatever my imperfect mind holds in itself.
Some blog followers would want to unsubscribe the blog for all the mess that is coming soon.
I’ll switch now.