This is my first real journal post. I’ve been procrastinating because I didn’t know what to write. There was no prompt, no word limit, and no deadline—just complete freedom. Interestingly, too much freedom can make it harder to start. When there are no external expectations, everything depends on the expectations we set for ourselves, which can feel overwhelming. The word perfectionism has a strange connotation. It can sound like someone is claiming they only feel satisfied
