I always think that I’ll be happy when everything is running smoothly. When X visitors are flowing in, conversions are steady, the app works flawlessly, and revenue is predictable.
But that’s not life. And nor is business.
Life is messy.
And there’s no such thing as perfect. At least, not the version of "perfect" I have in my head.
Messy is the perfection.
Every chaotic piece, every moving part, somehow coming together to make it work.
Look at our bodies: an intricate mess of cells, signals, and systems, all in constant motion, manifesting life.
What's more, nothing runs in a chronological order. That's only our perception.
Things are constantly out of sync. Dancing in the background. Building our simple reality.
I want to embrace this more.
The unpredictability, the imperfection. The beautiful and disorderly relentless mess of it all.
I don't want inbox zero. I don't want to have my life in order.
I want to let go more.
Not hold the beautiful bird on my hand every so tightly that I squeeze the bejesus out of it.
Do more. Do less. Whatever.
Live as it comes.
PS: I wish I lived more like my writing above.
