Progress; Not Perfection.
I say those words to myself every day. Sometimes multiple times a day.
Progress; Not Perfection.
Because I am sometimes a perfectionist, and that is a problem. I’m not saying that I hate perfectionists, or anything silly like that. Just that, for me, perfectionism is a dangerous thing. I suffer wildly from imposter syndrome. Something that tells me that if I am not in…

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