Wow! Here is a draft I found deep in my Google Drive from back in January 2019. I post because I am proud, almost in disbelief, at how far I come but also as a reminder that you aren’t alone:

I used to be scared of pretzels.

I used to be scared of toast.

I used to be scared of rice.

#TBH, I still am. In this weird way–like a toxic ex you can’t shake.

Hi. I am here. Finally making this first post.

I found I was getting stuck in that perfectionist rut. Here is how that thinking played out after I created this substack two weeks ago: