Perspective: Imperfection makes practice
I used to write a wellness blog for SIS Circle. I’ve thought about going back to doing more of that type of writing recently. It was helpful during the height of the pandemic to write inspirational material and process the world.
Then one day, the writing took a different direction. There’s a number of reason why I stopped but none of them I feel compelled to share.
Now we’re here and you, dear reader have joined this journey.
You're here reading whatever imperfect product that I've haphazardly and clumsily written. Misspelled words. Half sentences. Commas in all the wrong places.
But you're still here. It means something.
It means that you understand the human experience of making every attempt at continuing imperfection. It means you are well aware that I have absolutely no fucking clue what I'm doing but that you are rooting for me to figure it out. It means that you've been there or you're there right now.
Doing something means being really bad at it for a long time. Of course, there's moments of cringe and dread. There's a full knowing that someone will hate-read something I write or share in spite. Great. I’m glad for that.
You're still here and showing up for all the good, bad and “what dafuq was that?!”
Thanks for that.
Foodventure: Gus’s World Famous Fried Chicken Fort Worth Tx
Styrofoam. I am conditioned into believing that food served in this toxic and ever living material that has ruined our systems is the home for the most delicious food.
There's something about this that which makes sharing food at Gus’ with my cohort a delightful experience. Macaroni and cheese with a plastic spoon inside a styrofoam cup is the most unhealthy cheesy delight.
Nothing like fried green tomatoes to top the mac and cheese.
This potato salad was interesting because it tasted like it was sweetened. Still good though.