I am. I am. I am.

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The truth is...

I still reach for validation.

I still resist vulnerability.

I still hide when I am hurt.

I still struggle to ask for what I need.

I still ignore my instincts.

I still get nervous when I teach.

I still doubt my ability to write.

I still question my place amongst things.

I still feel misunderstood.

I still fear my power.

I still judge and criticise.

I still please and appease.

I still try to control the outcome of my life.

I still long to live deeper than I currently know how.

I still force what isn’t there.

I still feel confused about how to be with people.

I still feel an urgency to live all of life, now!

I am still learning to be.

But what I do know, is that there is goodness in me.

There is a part of me that is imbued with ease.

A part of me that loves who I am.

A part of me that loves everyone and everything.

A part of me, that when I allow the borders of my body to soften, always knows the way.

It is this part, the very center of my being, that I trust.

It is this part, that I most long to know.

It is this part, the wise well in my body, that when all urgency has surrendered loves me, just as I am.

As I am.

As I am.

As I am.