True Story …
Please Don’t Believe In Me …
… because honestly, it would be so much easier that way.
The drums of negative self-belief could keep beating. My heart could stay caged.
The comfort zone of all I have ever seen could remain securely in my surrounds.
I wouldn’t have to step even a toe through that grating, uncomfortable barrier that has been gripping me so tightly.
I could continue to avoid confronting what has kept me here…
…in this place of “I can’t” and “I don’t deserve”.
I can dodge the pain that comes with asking “Why?”
I could continue to feel as though all is right when I stay small.
I could avoid the fight.
But ya know, I can’t do any of that, when you take my hand and walk with me to the land of ‘can.’
When you gently and magically clear the dust and show me what could be.
When you matter-of-factly show me what I could do. How I could feel. What I deserve.
When you tell me you think I can.
These notions fill my mind with crazy ideas of…
I have only started feeling these things since allowing the thought that I might be entitled to follow my passions.
And now, as I stare down the barrel of facing that internal dialogue, this crap just gets louder and louder.
I know I have to move through them all. And I will. And it will be a sublime day when I reach the other side.
If we ever reach the other side?
Whether you relate to my self-belief journey or not, doesn’t matter to me.
I read and hear your journeys and they fill me up with such admiration. You give me a sense of tangible possibility.
“If they can, I can!”
And someday, maybe others will say, “If she did, I can can too!”