Is it weird to wax philosophical about industrial-organizational psychology while making cucumber guac? Or natter on about stress and leadership while feeding tortoises? Or these days do all of the above while wrangling a miniature person? I don’t think so.  (Or rather, I hope not – because I do it pretty regularly.) I'm a recovering perfectionist too, which is part of why I try to share things warts and all and force myself to just ship things and write occasionally without editing too much. Hence the imperfection you'll find here, this is a space to practice imperfect communication.