I am enjoying being im*perfect right now. I don’t have to write perfect sentences. I don't need to find the perfect word to fit my writing. And I don’t have to frantically fix errors when I find them. Just let them be for awhile. Maybe I’ll get to where I like them more that way.
All the stamps on my cards don’t have to be straight. I don’t have to buy the perfect gift to satisfy everyone on my list. A good gift will do just fine.
There’s a mistake in my Christmas letter. I sent it out to everyone anyway, knowing that it was there.
It is okay.
What’s imperfect in your life now?