I wore perfectionism like armor until I realized it was keeping me from real connection and growth. Here's how embracing imperfection opened doors I never knew existed.
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Day 5: 100-Meter Dash – Seeing Myself Through Someone Else’s Eyes
Face set hard, cold somewhere beyond the finish line... explain me this: why do you run this race while I watch you? A college poem exploring perfectionism through the lens of someone watching me run.
The Magnolia Trees Bloomed While I Was Waiting for Perfect
I planned to photograph the magnolias when the light was right and the trash cans weren't there. By the time I returned, they were bare. I've spent my whole life waiting for the perfect moment that never comes.
Writer's Growth 