Sitting, Waiting, Wishing, (Thinking)

It's been over a year since I last posted.
A year.
For the past three or so years, I would look back on the year at the end of December and think, what have I done? I couldn't think of anything remarkable, anything I had accomplished, anything noteworthy. Another year of my life had just gone by and I had done nothing. I felt like I was wasting away my early twenties wandering in circles with my head down, uninterested, uninspired, unhappy.
This past year though, I feel like I've accomplished a little bit. I finally made the move out to LA and fulfilled a childhood dream of mine: living in a sprawling urban metropolis.
No longer would I have to trek 20+ miles to attend that event, go to that designer sample sale, or try that new restaurant. Everything was at my fingertips and within a 30 minute (without traffic) drive.
This year, I want to be different. I've come to realize more and more that my fatal flaw is perfectionism. I don't start things and end up never starting them because I want the end result to be perfect. Flawless. A masterpiece. Even as a child, I never completed coloring books because I was so afraid of coloring outside the lines and basically, in my mind, ruining the whole book.
But now I really need to start DOing. I can't just sit here waiting and wishing for things to happen.
I don't want to waste my ideas, resources, and my youth because I'm only getting older and I'm only going to have less free time once I start a full-time job, get married, etc. etc. etc.
I want to start creating. I've always been such a research-oriented person and made scrolling through blogs and newsfeeds, writing down quotes, and compiling to-do lists my one pastime.
I don't want to do that anymore. I want to create even if it sucks at first. Write even if it doesn't sound so right. Go out and see and travel and not be afraid of being alone while doing it.
Here's to a productive 2015.