I am scared to offer me. What if I'm not good enough for those in my life? What if they don't like my thoughts or don't want me to be different from them?
My fear feels like running out of breath, trying to come to the surface for air.
So. An attempt: to write for me, to offer to the world. Purpose? To own my story. To process. To believe (to practice believing) that I have something to contribute simply by being me as I am. No better, no worse.
Free from comparisons, becoming free of perceptions (a very loud and constant voice). Turn up the volume of self-compassion (a quiet and beloved voice).
Turn up the volume on long forgotten parts (creativity not performance!).
To practice presence.
