it doesn't have to be good, but it does need to be told.

For years, I believed I was inherently lazy. Turns out, I’m actually a perfectionist. Like most of us well past our elementary-school days, I’ve got a hazy remembrance of the day-to-day of being a child. There are general fuzzy feelings when certain seasons arrive, or an ingrained impulse to raise my hand politely in meetings … More it doesn't have to be good, but it does need to be told.