Perfectly Me

Seems that lately I've been taking chances, dipping my toes in the great big ocean of life...shocking really if you knew me well enough. I see myself as a "sidelines" sort of person, someone who likes to observe from the shadows, help with the sets of the big production but would NEVER think of taking a part in the play. I'm just one of those people who prefers to remain incognito. I feel safer that way, I don't feel threatened, stressed or pushed in any way when I am in that place. I can create and feel alright about it.

But, lately I've been diving in...risking safety...listening to myself and putting myself out there. Again...quite shocking. I don't know why. I'm not sure what's changed. Maybe nothing has changed at all. Maybe I just woke up one day and decided my voice was as important as the other ones that have been driving me my whole life. You know those voices, the ones that tell you that you aren't good enough, or smart enough, and that your art is horrid or your writing is mediocre. Those damn voices that get in and you can't pry out, even with a crowbar! I hate those voices and I've given them far enough time to do their damage. Their time is up. Their voices are now being drowned out by the song of my chanting positive mantras...I am ok, my art isn't worthless, my writing isn't a waste of time.

I am not perfect, but I am perfectly me.

In this life, that's all there is.

Perfectly me.