Whoever said that the hardest part about writing is knowing how to start is absolutely right. Since one of my life dreams is to be a globe-trotting writer — kind of like Hunter S. Thompson and Hemingway put together, but with less depression — I figure I’d better start actually writing more. I’d say maybe without so much alcohol too, but I’m already a drinker. In fact, I’m drinking brandy right now in hopes that it will help the words come out easier. But I digress. I mean, I want to write more. I want it to be a bigger part of my life. That’s what I want to do with my life. But whenever I start (or worse, don’t even), I get hung up on whether it will be good enough, or interesting at all to anyone besides myself. I know I need to stop worrying about that so much or nothing will happen. I don’t know why I care so much anyways, it’s not like I’m expecting myself to be an amazing writer without even trying. I know it’s impossible to write something that resonates with everyone, and I know it’s impossible to write something that every person will like. I even know that I will re-read this sometime and say to myself “holy shit this is horrible”. I actually hope that I look back on this and think that, because that will mean I have gotten better, and, hopefully, that I did keep writing. It will also mean that I got over myself and just started.