Being
My identity is fluid, not fixed.
The moment I stopped looking for some quick fix and instead, started invested in the lifelong journey that is self, I reclaimed my life.
I have found peace in letting go of fixing, and I have embraced being.
There is nothing to fix.
I am no longer searching for someone or something to complete me.
I already am.
There's something magical about creating space in my own life to be who I am.
There's this this idea I put in my own head who knows how long ago...that I would have power over my life when I figured it all out. Because having it all together, that's the trick, that's the answer, and that's the solution to it all. Like there's some magical formula for living or something.
It doesn't exist.
And now, instead of thinking that once I had all my ducks in a row, had all my shit figured out that I'd then be living, I get to stand in knowing that living is in the living. Living is in the messy, living is in the mistakes, in the heartache, in the jealousy, in the grief, in the confusion and the selfishness. Living is being in the highest of highs, the love, the growth, the bringing of another life into this world, the laughing until my face hurts.
Living is in every single one of those moments.
When I release perfection, I am gifted with presence.
And with presence, I stand in knowing that I am enough.
I am whole and complete right here, right now, in this moment.
There's nothing to fix when I create for myself a space of just being.
And it's in the being, where I am finding peace.
I have reclaimed my life, free of quick fixes and easy way outs.
I am invested in the lifelong journey that is self.
My identify is fluid, never fixed.
Sincerely,
Me
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