from my teacher

she says “author unknown”…

And the day came when the effort it took to be good was harder than the practice of being real.

And the day came when trying to be better was dissolved by realizing I am good enough.

And the day came when holding on took more work than letting go.

And the day came when musing over what was drifted behind what is and what I can be.

And the day came when my perceived flaws were seen as my gifts and my teachers.

And the day came when treading water, I became tired and let myself ride the wave.

And the day came when trying to be perfect constrained the blossoming of who I really am.

And the day came when my crossed arms of fear were opened by the spread of my wings, and I flew.

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