freedom in imperfection

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I have never been great at wrapping presents. One might end up decent, but most of them turn out just awful. As I sat there at my great-grandmother’s table wrapping gift after gift, something struck me this particular holiday season. There is freedom in imperfection. If you were a fly on the wall observing me that night you would have thought I went mad. I was sitting there cracking up to myself. Just laughing at how absurd some of the […]

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