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Hold on

I speak a lot about imperfection. On the one hand, because it’s what I know.

Friends and family are familiar with my lofty and pipe dream-esque ideas. From childhood, I’ve always aimed higher than I could reach.

This isn’t to say that failure and imperfection are one and the same.

Instead, our ideas are somehow inherently perfect, for, they don’t always leave room for the time and breadth and resources and patience that reality requires.

On another hand, representation matters. And that includes representations of imperfectly crafted ideas and dreams.

I don’t know who needs to hear this but…

I can personally think of several examples of peers/colleagues/idols/competition moving forward with (what I considered) ill-formed ideas…..and flourishing.

On yet another hand, imperfection is in the eye of the beholder.

A friend told me today that she enjoys the website. That it is organized in a way that she understands and appreciates.

Several responses to social media posts have simply been in gratitude. For the simple reminders JoD provides, and for creating this type of space.

So, I speak of imperfection because it is comfort-able. It means we have work to do and it allows us to see what work has been done.

Perfection is an illusion. The unblemished, unbroken, and untouched forms simply do not align with reality.

Through imperfection, we (I) can understand that nothing worth remembering was built in a day…or a week.

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