Imperfect. That's my word of the year.
As an adjective it simply means not complete, not perfect. I want to apply it as a verb too- to not perfect something, to allow something to not be "complete".
I've always been a perfectionist and kept so much of my work hidden or abandoned it because it doesn't meet my expectations of perfection.
But perfect doesn't exist.
And life, process, is never complete.
It's all about the unwinding path of exploration and discovery. We can't let the myth of perfection stop the process.
So, I'm approaching this next journey around the sun imperfectly, and embracing the messiness of creativity and human existence.