i realized last night the girl i was attempting to create myself to be. and there were parts i didn’t like all that much. i especially didn’t like all the parts put together. the pieces fit too tight, too forced, and too compact. it made me uncomfortable to witness. so i slept. i put it away and closed my eyes.
a month later i’ve come back. what now ? nothing. blank. not quite present, but ready. these are the moments you come into yourself. i accept the pieces that are too tight and offer up compassion for everyone including myself, yourself, so that we can soften. i melt into the pillows and indulge in the stillness. not perfection, but practice. process.