Here is what is happening:

I am examining my own life more closely. I can talk about it pretty closely.
I am more honest about what I am seeing. It brings me into a space where I am okay leaving things “pending” where I could do something different. I could be incorrect. I could be missing the point entirely.
I am sharing far more of what I am seeing without hiding. Anne Lammott is so helpful to me on this. She is a brilliant voice on writing and life.
Perfectionism is the voice of the oppressor, the enemy of the people. It will keep you cramped and insane your whole life, and it is the main obstacle between you and a shitty first draft. Perfectionism is a mean, frozen form of idealism, while messes are the artist’s true friend. What people somehow (inadvertently, I’m sure) forgot to mention when we were children was that we need to make messes in order to find out who we are and why we are here — and, by extension, what we’re supposed to be writing.