Late night musing:
We are all trying to grow, change, and get better on some level.
Most of the time, it seems, the motivation is out of a lack of something or a belief we’re fundamentally flawed or damaged somehow.
If only I’m ______, then I’ll be ______.
Maybe that’s just me.
What if we stopped the get better, be better train long enough to realize we’re good.
And lovely (and loved) just as we are.
Maybe in that acceptance, celebration, and acknowledgement, we could then carry on the journey a little farther without being so consumed by our shortcomings.
From love and enough-ness, not striving after it.