What happens if I’m not perfect?

What happens if I’m not perfect?

Nothing.

Nothing happens if I’m not perfect. Obviously. Because I’m not perfect.

I missed a day of publishing for the first time since I committed to writing every day again.

Woke up this morning. Realized it. Felt sad and disappointed. Then remembered how truly special yesterday was.

I will remember the highlights of yesterday far longer than I’ll remember not publishing a post, and I’m perfectly ok with that.