I am an imperfect human being. As a perfectionist, those words sometimes feel like sandpaper on my tongue. But they're true + they're powerful. It's a daily practice to allow myself to be human, to make mistakes, to be okay with forgetting to do that one thing. And while admitting it to myself is tough enough, saying it out loud is scary. Yet I've learned that voicing these vulnerabilities isn't just therapeutic—it creates space for others to breathe, to soften + to acknowledge their own journey too…