Doing hard things imperfectly is an act of service.

Your ‘wrong’ thing, laying broken on the ground, shattered pottery, is one piece of the complexity that doesn’t need to be addressed when someone is laying groundwork to have a thought that was previously unthinkable. They will stand on your thing, and not get sucked into the mud.

Describing thoughts too slippery to get ones mind around imperfectly is an act of service.

I usually think being publicly wrong is an outcome I’d like to avoid.

I’m reading Sick Woman Theory1, an essay that is acknowledged as a seminal work on disability justice. The author gets going by deconstructing Arendt’s definition of “political.”

Once again, perfectionism remains the literal work of the devil.

What if they’d had to start from scratch? Would we still have Sick Woman Theory?

Ursula says “the power of capitalism seems inescapable. So did the divine right of kings.”2 Being a stepping stone on the path is worth so much more than the value I give to writing an imperfect essay.

Arendt, even if we accept the premise that she’s wrong, is a piece of solid ground on which this new author builds. The author treats her with respect, as they do this.

We’re in it together, the quest of talking our new world into existence.

Let’s be kind as we build on each other’s work. I want your groundbreaking, slightly wrong ideas.