Perfection Is a Cult. I Quit.

I took Ray Bradbury’s advice to heart. Imperfection is where the magic lives.

I’m older than I used to be.

I’m softer than I used to be.

I know so much more now, but I also know that I know so much less.

Once upon a time, I thought growth looked like achievement, like bullet points on a resume, or the ability to hold my own in a room full of people wearing lanyards and ties. I thought “getting better” meant becoming more polished, m…