Let me break it down and tell you where I’m at. Most days I have no idea who I am or what I am doing because I have been pushing so hard that I tend to forget what I am working on and where I am at with it; it's all a mess in progress. Lately, this mess in progress has been full of life-changing growth and I have been trying my best to stay lightweight, mentally. Most recently, we re-engineered an old 1947 building to become our home, our HQ, our fortress, our dream factory, our shaping den, our lions den, our creation station and more than anything else, our family meeting table. 5,000 square feet of Imperf Heaven.

This place is something I have dreamed of accomplishing since I was a little dude with a head on my shoulders using the non-dandruff head and shoulders - let’s peg it at 4 years old? That means 31 years of dreaming, daydreaming, sweaty heavy duty night dreams, scary nightmares, all of it to get to this point. THE HUMAN EXPERIENCE is one big ass series of dreams + your capability and capacity to act on those + your ability to be mindfully engaged with those around you; at least that's what I tell myself. All of this to say, the forward movement is overwhelming right now- metaphorically speaking, it's been full speed wobbles down the biggest hill in the neighborhood for the past 6 months straight and I feel like I am in the room with a grizzly bear most days. 

Because of all of this shit above, I’ve concluded that I want this LFE to be an out loud expression session and pure lesson on thankfulness because if you can build and rely on a squad you would go to war with, you are already successful.
I want to directly and loudly take a moment to share that this shit has nothing to do with me anymore and everything to do with those who believe in this dream of spreading love through finely tuned craft. So I need to go ahead and thank my Family and my full-time Squad for loving on this situation with me and FULLY GRINDING through this. Here it is, my prayer in thankfulness:

If you are a true homie of Imperfects and follow our storyline, you may have noticed that we have been a bit quiet as of late and I have virtually, disappeared.

That is not purposeful but only a by-product of being so busy with our move and the new HQ build out that I have had to sign off and fully focus. It’s been lonely and lovely all at the same time. I promise, it will all be worth it and we will be able to show you why, very soon. In the meantime, I figured I would do a special Little Friday take-over and give you a little sneak peak of reality vs. what’s in my head. In other words, please step into my world for five minutes. Here is a live update from under the rock...

Thank you Wifey for believing in me and sticking by my side through this roller coaster of Art and Business, we just get bigger. 
Thank you Uncle Keaton for ripping on anything and everything and being an all-around master of getting shit done, since day zero. 
Thank you Uncle Seamus for seeing the “shapes and colours,” bringing the creative engine to fruition and turning creative day dreams into e-commerce reality while keeping us “ruthlessly proritized.” 

Thank you Auntie Leela for being a straight guardian angel to myself and Imperfects while also a financial and operational BEAST; finally found you.
Thank you travel-lord Devyn for being the best Brand Marketing Manager a squad could ever hope for and pushing me to get my copy done. lol.
Thank you Young Buck, T-Bone Tim, for being the all-around office magician, manager of messes, best salesman ever and soon-to-be lifting partner.

Thank you Mom, Dad, Big Bros, Little Bros, Big Sis’s, Little Sis’s, thank you Fam. In other words, thank you to all of the homies making this thing a reality. When I sat down to write this out, I realize how many people it takes to build a village as special as Imperf and it is sincerely too thick of a list to even write out. But you all know who you are and I will continue to thank you and love on you every time I am blessed with the opportunity to see you. Thank you, I love you. 

A poem to explain myself, visually:
Inspired by space and special dreams 
Made up of incohesive spurts of creativity
Absolutely lost in the world of reputation
Might not even have one due to the lack of relaxation 
A man of my word and that’s really all I care to have
Action means more in the end and lack of it, I’ll never have Force nothing but push hard when you see the opening
Let’s let truth rise, patiently, it will float to the top
Cream top, foamy slots 
it's the lightest way to live
Build a whole crop
Truth for the soul, truth for the win. 
Come to fruition, a full dream world, made physical 
No longer in a quiet space, here to dream aloud for the rest of this ride.