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.