Every time I publish a piece of writing here, I feel both relief and regret. Relief that for another day, I showed up, published something that I believe, and offered a bit of myself to be judged by friends and strangers alike. I also regret not publishing something better, longer, and clearer.
But that’s a tradeoff I’m willing to make, because the point of the writing practice isn’t to change your life right now—it’s to change mine. I’m having a conversation with myself, out loud, and bringing others along for the ride.
Will the nature of what I share change over time? Of course. But for now, I’m embracing the imperfection.
