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Imperfect Perfection

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I got up this morning at  5 am  to workout. As I dressed in the gray morning light, it reminded me of the years that I would force myself to get up  at 5 am and  drag myself to my computer to bang out bits and pieces of my memoir for the 2 hours I had before commuting into work. I t was the quietest that my Brooklyn neighborhood was all day. It felt like I was the only person awake in the world. It was lonely, but it felt right. I struggled to put my feelings into words. I wanted to be honest with myself about who I was, how I felt and who I was trying to be. I did my best not to flinch about my ugly feelings, to stare deeply into my own mortality, fragility and also to dive in deeper past the negativity, to the beautiful hidden places where joy lived.   I spent my lunch hours tucked out of sight in unused cubicles in the back of the open trading desk where I worked - editing, crying, laughing. My evenings would bring me back to the same spot at the little desk in my bedroom, ea