I embrace
cozy imperfections
and accept defects
that are simply me.
I have learned
to accept
the constant clutter
and occasional stutter
that are simply me.
I realize
perfection is a mirage
forever just several
steps away.
Yet.
I still strive
for self-improvement
with winks and chuckles
bumps and blunders
along the way.
I recognize
patterns that shape
my world
but forge paths
to new destinations.
After all
quirky imperfections
frame my story
a story
worth telling.
I’m simply
snug
being me.