An imperfect existence is wholly better than a perfect nonexistence.
So, I should probably tell you I am a bit of a perfectionist. The voice inside my head insists my story starts over three decades ago. I “have to” start there. But I should also tell you I have executive dysfunction. To start at the beginning is a task too daunting for today. Might be too daunting for… ever. If I am to have any hope of pouring myself into this, I need to follow my joy. Write about the topic that excites me today. This blog, these ideas, have been rattling around in my head for too long. I need to give them life. Even if it is only a half life. Even if I can’t do it “right”.
Because “right” is a fake idea. There is only better or worse. And an imperfect existence is wholly better than a perfect nonexistence.
So instead I’ll be handing you puzzle pieces Catch-22 style. Eventually, if you stick around long enough, a picture will start to form. Of who I am. Of what I need to tell you.
Me and the Universe 