An ode to imperfection

A celebration of 85 messages

Welcome to newsletter number eighty five.

Thank you for reading. I am grateful you are here.

Eighty five?

Why celebrate eighty five messages?

Why not.

It’s a perfectly imperfect number of posts. It makes no sense. It commemorates nothing. It is a milestone only to me.

This post? As you read?

It’s a first draft. All of these have been first drafts. Cumulatively, they will become a book.

And right now? Thank you for putting up with and joining me in my imperfection.

I realize that these posts contain typographic and grammatical errors that put additional burden on you, my gracious reader. Thank you for your efforts in wading through some of my lack of technical grace to connect with the intention contained herein.

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