Life is beautiful.
It’s messy and complicated and absolutely breathtakingly beautiful.
I’ve been ebbing and flowing a lot lately.
Peaking and pitting as if it’s my job.
All through it, I find myself asking myself these questions:
Am I supposed to be here?
Am I *allowed* to be here?
Am I worthy of being here?
As if to question whether my existence is on the “right” path.
I find myself being so concerned with what’s next I lose sight of what’s now.
Recently while reading Love Warrior I was struck by Glennon Doyle Melton’s words:
Growing up is unbecoming. My healing has been a peeling away of costume after costume until here I am, still and naked and unashamed before God, stripped down to my real identity. I have unbecome. And now I stand: Warrior. Undressed for battle. Strong and benevolent. Both yin and yang. Complete, not in need of completing.
It made me think about focusing on what’s next instead of what’s now, as if what’s next will complete me.
Forgetting that I am already complete.
You do not need the job/partner/body/friend/achievement to become complete.
You are already complete.
Exactly as you are.