
i wasn’t as productive as i wanted to be today
my to-do list remains quite to-do-y
normally, i can feel the anxiety and dread
creeping up in the evening
beckoning me to sit at the desk
to log in
to scramble
to make up for lost time
lost focus
lost value
and i realized, i’m not playing this game anymore
i realized, the girl that’s been afraid of not being worth anything
has been running the show
she’s done good so far
she’s gotten a lot done from this place of wanting to be worth something,
anything
and now, her reign is tiring me
her guidance honestly sucks
well-intended
poorly grounded in truth
freedom
love
and joy.
she just doesn’t know yet
no one taught her
that she’s okay
she’s good
she’s worthy of praise
worthy of kindness
worthy of space to breathe
to thrive
to run and leap in sheer joy
to enjoy
be all of her
nothing less.
she’s okay.
she’s good.
she’s enough.
she’s enough.
enough
enough
enough.
always.
she can stop turning the wheels,
pushing gears,
coordinating thoughts so they can fit into the narrative of need and attachment and conditional worth.
she’s good
she’s okay
it’s enough to be here
it’s enough to breathe
she’s worth the air
the space
the existence.
and so it is.
I wanna know what you think