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There's something I want to share with you...

I've never been one to share a personal project that wasn't -- in my eyes -- perfect.

I get sucked into that mindset where if it ain't perfect it ain't gonna "impress" -- or something silly like that.

Perfection means it's ready to be seen. Perfection means there is nowhere else to go and I can move on. Perfection gives me permission to write off harsh opinions with, "I did my best."

Perfection also doesn't exist.


Take a moment and ponder: What if no one shared anything personal unless they thought it was perfect? (AHA YIKES)

I'd like to introduce to you an imperfect child I've been nursing for a couple months now: Adulting & Afraid.

Adulting & Afraid has been an idea in the back of my head for a while now. I created the blog months and months ago, but never truly focused on it until mid-July. I cracked down, started brainstorming and, well, here I am.

A&A is a step up from what I do on Self Known. In this space, I am creative and experimental. I write about what moves me and I share my novel snippets so that I grow as an author. On Adulting & Afraid I share an entirely different part of myself, something I'm also passionate about: organization and physical creation.

Take these topics and bundle them up with the idea of a tight knit, supporting community and that is the vision I have for A&A.

So why am I sharing this with you?

Because it's time to be a little vulnerable. It's scary sharing something that is still in the works. But if I don't share it now, I know I never will. I mean, will I ever feel like it's 100% done? Will I ever feel like it has hit Perfect on the non-existent Blogging Scale?

No.

And, quite frankly, I'm at that point where I need some accountability. Sometimes when I start something new, I fizzle out because I haven't reached out for support. That's why I'm asking you to take a peek at it. It's not perfect, nor even complete. But that's the beauty of it.

We'll get to grow together.

Take action: Read the Adulting & Afraid Welcome post and let me know what you think.


Thank you for taking time out of your day to look at something I'm working really hard on to get onto its feet. You don't know how thankful I am for your support. YOU are the reason why I keep blogging, keep pushing, and keep striving. GAH, I wish I could hug you! <3

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  1. SO EXCITED FOR YOU, LOVE!

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    1. EEP I'M EXCITED THAT YOU'RE EXCITED! THANK YOU FOR SUPPORTING ME. <3

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  2. This is so great!!!

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    1. Thank you, V! I appreciate your support. :)

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  3. It's beautiful, I don't see why you were nervous to share it. The title sums up my life too.

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    1. Oh Skye. You have no idea how much of my nervousness melted away after reading that. Thank you.

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  4. I love the new blog! I'm so excited for all of the adventures that will be embarked on at Adulting & Afraid.

    xoxo Abigail Lennah | ups & downs

    P.S. I'm doing the blogger yearbook again, and it's finally up! If you want to join, you can find all of the details here.

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    1. Thank you, Abigail! Me too -- and thank you for joining along on this journey with me.

      P.s. EEP! I'll join ASAP. :)

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