The Wisdom of Wrinkled Pages

My journal, filled with crossed-out sentences and coffee stains, is a map of my mind—messy, honest, unapologetic. Wrinkled pages teach us that growth is not linear, that beauty lies in the edits, the second thoughts, the courage to rewrite. Think of the scientist’s lab notebook with failed experiments, the songwriter’s scrapbook of half-written verses, the chef’s recipe book splattered with sauce. These imperfections are not flaws; they’re the fingerprints of effort, the scars of learning. Writer Anne Lamott said, “Almost all good writing begins with terrible first efforts,” and she’s right—perfection is the enemy of creation. When I revisit my journal, I don’t see mistakes; I see a journey from doubt to clarity, from chaos to voice. So let us embrace the wrinkles, the smudges, the “good enough” drafts. For in the end, it’s not the polished page that matters, but the courage to keep writing—proof that we showed up, flawed and fierce, to tell our truth.

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