I release your grip.
I will make it “ugly” because I can, because it doesn’t mean anything.
You are something I was force fed that I came to equate my self worth.
Instead I will practice the simplicity of being me.
I will notice when I am not creating as a means of avoidance of the inevitable mistakes.
I will celebrate the mess.
I will begin without knowing what will it look like.
I will take comfort in the fact that there will be another iteration, there always is.
When the uncomfortable feelings arise : may I be brave enough to meet them and feel them with a sense of tenderness and then relish in the space that opens up.
And when I forget all of this, in your perfect way may you turn me back to the divine.
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This topic has been a through line in my being and my work, and I’ve written about it in various forms here.