I’ve been thinking about how imperfect I am. Not in an abstract, existential way. In a real way. The kind where you replay conversations. The kind where you know you could have been kinder. Braver. More honest. The kind where you recognize that sometimes you really suck at life. After my mother died, I fell into a trough of despair that lasted for years. On paper, I was doing everything right. I had spent my entire professional career working in nonprofits. I was the person p