So many goals start from a place
of inadequacy. I'll be thinner, more organized, more
ambitious. I'll write that novel, keep a sparkling kitchen. I'll give up
coffee, sodas, sweets, computer solitaire.
It's as if I believe I can be a new
person -- a vastly improved version of myself because the old one is not
enough.
I am enough as I am. And you are, too.
Whatever lists I make, I wake up in the morning the same person as when I
fell asleep on the couch watching old movies.
I have the same cluttered dining room table. I have my
half-cleaned kitchen. The same box o'makeup in the bath that I never wear because I don't
wake up early enough and I never remember to take it off at night. I
have the same unread books, the dusty piano I don't play as often as I
would like.
I have the same body. The same seemingly un-styleable hair. I have the same scar across my neck where they
took out my thyroid. The same emerging
wrinkles on my face. The same fears and failings.
All of this, and I am still enough. I don't need a self-improvement
program to make myself acceptable to the world. No reinvention needed.
Be gentle with yourselves. You are enough.
Thanks for this, darlin'. And you're right.
ReplyDeleteGreat post! Greetings from fellow ThyCa survivor (not to mention slow cyclist ;-)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Val. I was actually in need of re-reading this one today, so I'm glad you posted. :)
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