Pakistan, Oct. 31 -- I am a self-proclaimed work in progress. I say this without apology and, increasingly, without embarrassment. I have spent enough years watching people pretend to have themselves figured out to know that I would rather be honestly unfinished than perfectly packaged. We live in an age obsessed with fixing ourselves. Fix your body. Fix your career. Fix your relationships. Fix your childhood trauma. Fix your skin. Fix your finances. Fix your mindset. Fix your morning routine. Fix your sleep. Fix your personality. If you have somehow managed to fix all of that, there will invariably be another podcast, book, guru or algorithm waiting to inform you that something else is terribly wrong with you. Apparently, existing is no ...