For a long time, I used to feel like there were many things I’d like to change about myself: My hair, stretch marks on my arms and hips, abs, biceps, eyes, teeth, education, and parts of my life.
Eventually, I realized I was never going to be perfect. Life keeps moving on whether you can deal with it or not. If I was never going to be perfect then I also had to realize my work was never going to be perfect. I could either never publish a single piece of writing, or I could continue to try to be perfect.
This blog post, and I, are not perfect, and I’m okay with that feeling.
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