Confession: I have a hard time not being the best at something right away.
I struggle, still, with feeling imperfect, not enough, with comparisinitis, with self doubt.
Sometimes I wonder if I should just quit, give up, throw in the towel…
I ask myself, does anyone even care? Is anyone really listening? Is this actually helping anyone?
And sometimes when these challenges arise, I want to say f it. Go back to playing small, trying to believe that maybe it doesn’t really matter, that everything else is enough…
Why bother creating? Being a writer? Growing a biz? Fulfilling my life’s purpose and my heart’s desire?
What’s the point?
And then, just when I almost give in to the gremlin, my protective mind, my lower self, I remember…
This is a journey, not a race.
I’m here because my heart called me to share my voice.
Feeling aligned and true is worth it.
Inspiring one soul is worth it.
And dying with my music still in me would be the real failure.
Writing and not feeling heard is a small defeat, a challenge to remind me to continue growing…
So in the moments when I feel small, unseen, unimportant, and like I want to throw my hands in the air, I come back to my why, my reason for being, my love.
I walk on the beach, or take a hot bath, or write in my journal, or call a girlfriend, or have a good cry, or meditate, or hug my mama, or play with my babes…
I let myself return to me, to this moment, to this sweet life.
And I remember that everything counts.
Reminding even one soul to laugh and love and live with more heart is worth it.
So carry on, dear one.
Keep putting one foot in front of the other.
Stay true to your vision.
Listen attentively to your intuition.
And let your dreams guide you…
This is the journey.
This is the magic.
This is the reason.
To feel
To create
To live
To be.
Love you,
D 💖
p.s. The truth is that the darkness makes the light even more luminous… In the skies and in our lives.
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