I have moments. Brilliant, triumphant moments where I am strong and powerful and ever-so capable of mountain-moving. Moments where my grand dreams are only a small series of steps away. Moments where I am all of the things I want to be, without question. And the vision of me in those moments is blinding.
But, I begrudgingly admit, that's the not the norm. Despite all my soul journeying, all of my fearless kali-burning, all my endless exploration and fearless facing of shadow- I'm still human. And those repetitious, infectious thoughts still find a way in. The judgements, criticisms and dismissals find the cracks in my visage and seep in, saturating me with that ever-so-familiar damp dread.
But like I said- I'm human. It's bound to happen. So I slough off the mold, towel-dry the dampness, and step out into the cold, clean air... ready to try again.
Persistence across failures is better than any hot streak or moment of strength. More power to you, Bev.
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