24 Nov beautifully flawed
I had an enlightening conversation with a new friend today. I confessed to her in the first 10 minutes of our call that sometimes I feel like the wizard behind the curtain hoping no one will ever pull it back to reveal the parts of me I still choose to hide.
I have come a long way in the past 18 months or so, practing self-kindness, allowing myself to be forgetful, to be late, to be wrong, to be imperfect. It hasn’t been easy, but I have been truly happy letting myself off the hook; being OK with being human and knowing that even still, I am Enough.
Today, as my throat tightened and my face flushed with emotion with the thought of revealing the kinds of flaws that are perhaps the most difficult to let show, I was reminded that it is indeed a daily practice, this embracing ourselves, imperfections and all.
My throat feels tight now, even writing these words. That’s how powerful the desire can be to hide what shames us most. It never ceases to amaze me. But, I keep moving forward. I have chosen the road less traveled and I’m not turning back. I, without a doubt, want to tie that dark, heavy curtain back myself. No apologies.
I’m getting there, one day, one crooked step at a time.