This must be one of the hardest thing in the world.
To meet me.
To let go of wanting me to be better, stronger, smarter, prettier.
I get really anxious. I hate it.
I feel too much. I hate it.
I am a nice person. I hate it.
I look kind and motherly. I hate it.
I can’t dance. I hate it.
One day, I wish I can say for real – ‘I used to hate it.’ <– Even this is not meeting me at where I am.
LOL. 😂
To notice and laugh.
How we trap ourselves in this endless wishing.
This is the beginning to meet me where I am.
Just human.
Not a perfect one.
Yeah.. My stomach hurts before I speak or teach in a group.
I cry.. a lot.
I smile and apologize.. a bit much.
I feel everything and everyone.
I love to dance like a pro.. though mostly look like a monkey with flailing arms.
To meet me..
With a little kindness.
A little humour.
Pain and all.
To meet me..
‘Oh hey..’
‘There you are.’
‘Yeah.. Here I am.’
