I am just starting up writing again and am honking and bleating and playing wrong notes as anybody would when picking up an instrument again after a long period of silence. But I’m prone to expecting immediate perfection and can see how that manifests in other areas of my life.

I am realizing how much trouble I have with just working on something for the pure enjoyment of it, and not for a purpose or specific outcome. I didn’t know I required so much direction and structure, but considering my shaky self concept in this realm, it shouldn’t surprise me.