A Personal Note

And so it starts again...
I find that I have great expectations for everything that I take part in, personal and professional. These expectations are much greater than what is expected of me by others; why this is I have no idea. I am sure that this is quite common.
I find myself wondering when I sit down to write, what are my expectations for this blog? Well, I know several things for sure;
I do not want to bog my reader's down with advertising.
I want to add content that is all interesting, entertaining, and informational.
I do not want to string along tangents that can tangle thought and disrupt a flow of content.

I feel like I must stress that I am not a professional writer and editor.
I am an artist in my own mind. I am still excepting that there is much that can not be learned and the more we try to analyze, the further from the truth we get.
You can just call me a true skeptic.

It is not that I have never written a paper, essay, or journal; I have breezed through many with success. However, there is something deeply personal that is exposed when published on the internet. A lack of control that I would think in this day and age I should be already comfortable with. My act of defense in these moments of revelation, I find it comforting to retreat to the safety of my own mind, swallowed by my own thoughts.
However, sometimes I must come up for air and return to where I had left off.
And so, I have decided to start a new format for this blog in hopes that it will become easier with practice.
I am my harshest critic and lousiest editor.
Thank you for your acceptance,
B. Noelle