The Gifts of Imperfection
I’m in The Gifts of Imperfection, slowly accepting that “good enough” can actually be good.
I graduated college after a severe traumatic brain injury.
By Gentle Witch
Graduated college with a double major
Former federal government employee
I’m in The Gifts of Imperfection, slowly accepting that “good enough” can actually be good.
I’m reading The Song of Achilles, letting it hurt in the way only beautifully written books do.
I’m picking my way through Sapiens, and it’s opening up my understanding of why people—and societies—are the way they are.
I’m finishing The Hunger Games trilogy again because sometimes survival stories remind me of my own resilience.
I’m rereading all seven Harry Potter books, and it still evokes the same feelings I felt when I first read it.
I’m reading The Power of Now, trying to stop living three steps ahead of myself.
I’m in A Little Life, and it’s heavy, but it’s teaching me how deeply people can impact one another.
I’m reading Where the Crawdads Sing, letting the atmosphere slow me down and breathe.
I’m working through The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fck*, and each chapter feels like permission to release something I’ve been gripping too tightly..
I’m reading Normal People, and it’s reminding me how messy and beautiful human connection can be.