I’ve been humbled by my own unintentional hypocrisy today; undone, I am stunned to learn that there is still so much that I have yet to learn. What is it within me that revels in the answer so much more than the process; the sound of my own voice declaring one more indisputable truth, rather than the silence that just sitting can provide, patiently listening, waiting, still?
The good news is I don’t really want to come up with any kind of answer anymore. Some day’s I am just going to be an asshat, and that’s it; no one got hurt, my four kids still love me, Bevie, bless her heart, made me a special sauteed scallop dinner. The light within me, my True Self, continues to shine brightly. I’m no less magnificent than I was the day before.
So, welcome previously indiscernible rough edges, embarrassing jagged patches, sometimes uncontrollable outbursts, the misplaced for emphasis F-word, the over-conjecturing, any supplicating, officious, offered by me, advice. I accept all of these tight, tender, tenacious me moments as invitations to bring new breath to my own shimmering inner brilliance; to practice self-care, believe in self-love, lean into self-forgiveness. Such is the nature of my own perfectly imperfect imperfection.