I took this photo at Sundance in 2005. I love how vibrant and alive this flower is. And the missing petals don’t make it any less beautiful. To me, they make me wonder about the story of this flower; they make it unique.
This is a good reminder for me. The things that I sometimes think of as flaws really aren’t. They’re just part of what makes me uniquely me. They add to my story.
Same thing with projects. Nothing will ever be perfectly neat. Or completed without any wrinkle. Perfection does not equal doing something perfectly. Embracing the story of the imperfections and owning it with joy does.
In the comments below, tell me about a wrinkle in a recent project. And how it makes the overall story that much better!
