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About five years ago,
I gave up the pursuit of being perfect.
Began dancing in the love of being.
With this new identity,
Of being a person rather than being perfect,
I first felt incomplete
As though I had lost my anchor.
But that anchor of perfection was not my compass.
Instead it was a weight that kept me bound
In ways that restricted me from love and self.
Please don’t misunderstand
I still believe in greatness.
And, I enjoy my journey towards that end.
But, I am no longer bound by a need to be perfect
To be measured by an outside world… that has no commitment to the inside me.
To do, to achieve, to conquer
Only to validate myself as being
But I already am.
In my present day iteration of self
I do, achieve, and conquer
Because I am.
Not because I seek to be.
And, when I sit, stumble, and falter,
I send out glorious vibrations of gratitude
Because in the fall,
I am reminded of my humanness
There is so much peace in that place
In the being.
No better achievement
No greater victory
Than just to be
Just an I am that I am.
That is enough.
This post is in honor of National Poetry Month.