I’m not perfect. I’m just comfortable with my imperfection.
I wake up, mess up, and reset. Then, I knock it out of the park. I can do any order and combination of these things, and I’m perfectly comfortable with it.
We were not born to be perfect. We don’t need to pursue perfection. We just need to be. I wouldn’t make a good writer if I was perfect anyway.
Age does not make us any more or less perfect. It can make us wiser and more comfortable in just being. That’s where I am. Being. Writing.
I am perfectly imperfect, and I like me. And, I hope you like you.