This Isn’t Perfect, But Neither Am I (And That’s the Point)

So… here we are.
A blog post that I wasn’t sure I’d write, on a platform that I didn’t think I’d start, with a title I lowkey made up on the spot. And I’m leaving it. Because that’s what we’re doing here: leaving things. Unpolished. Unbothered. Unedited.

If you’re here looking for a perfectly curated space with perfectly curated answers… you might want to backtrack. I’m not sure where to send you, but it’s not here. What you will get? The messy middle. The thoughts I probably should’ve reread before posting but didn’t because the point of this space is to just start. To just be. No overthinking. No waiting until it’s “ready.” (Because is ready even a thing?)

I’ve spent so much time telling myself I’ll do XYZ “when it’s ready.” When I have more time. When I have more answers. When I’m more put together. And surprise, surprise…That time never came. I realized I was holding myself hostage in the waiting room of “perfect”—and I’m not interested in waiting anymore.

This is me walking out of the waiting room and into whatever this is.

So here’s the tea:
Some posts might be deep. Some might be light. Some might ramble. Some might read like I typed them half-asleep (because maybe I did, so what?). But they’ll be real.
And maybe that’s enough.
Scratch that—it is enough.

Until next time (if there is one… no promises),
—Naysa
Unedited & Unbothered