2018 was ridiculous. I started the year thinking I was going to kill it. Whatever "it" referred to. I spent months trying to figure out what kind of new goals and resolutions I'd like to have in my life. As March rolled around, I felt hopeless. Still, nothing. No defined action I wanted to pursue, no purpose I tried to revolve my life around, no reason behind the rhyme as they say. The year prior I revolved my life around the word "courage." Defining this word for 2017 changed my entire life in 2017 in many ways, but 2018, still nothing. And then next thing you know, oh great, it's December.
No one wants to speak to a robot, so embrace your weirdness and allow yourself to make mistakes. Eventually, you'll just get better, but you have to allow yourself the opportunity to just say something rather than hold back and risk an "imperfect" conversation.