relief

Learning to sit with impatience, anger, anxiety, and heartache is a marathon. Mind over matter.

I can do it, but I have not committed myself to the deed.

I am in training, making this commitment, and in the training a great weight is lifted and instead of simple recognition, I'm gaining control of where I've been looping and losing.

I may not run 23 miles, because I'm not really invested in the need to do that. I run enough.

I am dedicated to letting go and breathing in all the pain and sorrow and breathing out love, compassion and joy, even when I don't really feel it.

My life is not full of any odd human frailty. Situation is nothing, emotion is my choice. I am capable of letting go and damn-it, I am dedicated to letting go of the habit of self-loathing.

I am dedicated to living to find joy, letting go the armor, letting the feelings sink in and breathing, leaning and letting it be what it is...

I am human.

beautiful
raw
pure

Me.