"Stoned and softened by the giddiness of our laughter, our armor fell. And blanketed by the warmth, safety, and the peculiar preciousness of friendship, I felt tethered to the present." <--The whole vignette was amazing, but this part is some damn good writing!
Also, I love HAIM but haven't heard Lost Track before so thanks for adding a new song of theirs to my playlist!
"Meanwhile, I absolutely adore the ways people are imperfect. I don’t care if you’re not perfect at something, or even if you’re literally the worst at all the things. When others are imperfect it feels less like a fault and more like something to be celebrated."
You are so right! I never judge others for being imperfect, and yet somehow it creeps into my inner voice!
“Cognitively I know the expectations I tend to put on myself are tremendously high. Unrealistically high. Through the roof high. I don’t meet them. Ever.” - damn this is so relatable. I don’t think I have EVER completed something and done it at a level that I was satisfied with or thought was good enough. This paragraph nails it.
Each essay was a great way to explore the continuum on that path called perfection. You should also read Rik van den Berge's essay with the metaphor of a stack of finely honed axes 🪓 in the corner and no stack of firewood
"Stoned and softened by the giddiness of our laughter, our armor fell. And blanketed by the warmth, safety, and the peculiar preciousness of friendship, I felt tethered to the present." <--The whole vignette was amazing, but this part is some damn good writing!
Also, I love HAIM but haven't heard Lost Track before so thanks for adding a new song of theirs to my playlist!
"Meanwhile, I absolutely adore the ways people are imperfect. I don’t care if you’re not perfect at something, or even if you’re literally the worst at all the things. When others are imperfect it feels less like a fault and more like something to be celebrated."
You are so right! I never judge others for being imperfect, and yet somehow it creeps into my inner voice!
“Cognitively I know the expectations I tend to put on myself are tremendously high. Unrealistically high. Through the roof high. I don’t meet them. Ever.” - damn this is so relatable. I don’t think I have EVER completed something and done it at a level that I was satisfied with or thought was good enough. This paragraph nails it.
Progress *is* perfection.
Thank you for the reminder of that MM album *hits play*
<3
Each essay was a great way to explore the continuum on that path called perfection. You should also read Rik van den Berge's essay with the metaphor of a stack of finely honed axes 🪓 in the corner and no stack of firewood