Drop the labels of what is good and bad.
Cover yourself with infinite acceptance, for who you are and where you are.
Let it be imperfect. It should be imperfect. Perfection is paralyzing, elusive, and one can become a slave to it. And then we miss the beauty in right now because it is clouded with judgment. Of what is not right, of wanting to be somewhere other than here. Someone other than you.
Bow to your heart.
Drop the impossible expectations you may hold high above you, so you can lift up and float above.
Be so radical that you take the pressure off. And love yourself for where you are right now.
I’ll be here, working alongside you.