I move with the wind. I let go a while back and just let it carry me. It brought me here. And I like it here.
I swim with the current. I opened my arms, set myself adrift and floated along. It led me here. And I like it here.
For so long I resisted. For so long I insisted I knew better! I did not. I had been lapping up all these ideas of what should be. I took them on as my own, made them my setpoints and called myself ambitious. I was scared. On the outside was action and a lot of reaction; within was fear of not being enough. No more…
I am more than enough.
I move with the wind and I listen when it says: “When are you going to love you as much as I do?”. I reply: “Today”.
I swim with the current and when it asks: “Where shall we go today?”, I reply “Wherever you take me”.
Because I let go.
Self-love is funny like that. I learned to wait because I realized that I was who I’d been chasing all those years. And I learned to surrender because I realized that what I had been coveting was never really mine.
And so I say to you: “What are we gonna to do today? Where are we gonna go? What are we gonna say and to whom?”. Let’s get carried away.