Not perfect, but finished

To be honest,I hesitated to post this photo because my work felt unfinished, even clumsy to me.

I kept telling myself to wait—wait until it’s better, wait until I improve a little more.

But while waiting, I realized I had spent two years finishing almost nothing.

I was stuck somewhere between fear and perfectionism, starting things but rarely bringing them to an end.

So I’ve decided to change that.

Instead of trying to be good, I want to be someone who finishes.

This post is part of that practice—learning to leave a trace without hiding.