Welcome, dear reader, to my blog. Please make yourself at home. You may find the furnishings spare and the decoration spartan, but that will certainly change. I'm just moving in, and I must confess that I haven't had the time to really make this place my own. In fact, the words that you are reading right now represent a new beginning, which I quite frankly find both exciting and terrifying at the same time. Beginnings are hard. As a perfectionist, I find them to be especially so.
For the perfectionist, nothing is ever done. Every endeavour begs for improvement; every flaw is conspicuous and must be tended to. It is difficult to ever truly feel proud of what you have accomplished because, deep down inside, you will keep telling yourself that it could have been so much better. This is why I still hesitate to share these words with you, even after reading them over dozens of times. Yet I must.
For far too long I have been just another anonymous blip in cyberspace. I'd like to change that. I'd like to start creating things, and doing it in public. Obscurity sucks. Most of the thoughts and ideas that occur to me every day are simply forgotten; the least I can do is respect them by sharing them with others. Even if only a few people in the world find them interesting or helpful, it will have been worth it.