What if we’re all good enough?
What if we don’t need to try to be “better versions of ourselves?”
What if we meet ourselves exactly where we are and say:
“You’re good babe, just be.”
I don’t say to my house plant:
“You gotta grow more, bigger, greener!”
No.
I just let the plant do its thing and admire its loveliness.
So let’s be like the houseplant.
We’re fine As Is.
We don’t need a poetry-self-help book written by someone who has never gone to therapy.
We don’t need to use a cleanser, followed by a toner, followed by a serum, followed by an essence, followed by a face oil, followed by a cream, followed by a mist.
Our skin is fine.
Enough already.
No more processing emotions 24/7.
No more worrying about whether everything we do is a fucking trauma response or if we’re co-dependent.
No more trying to evolve into a shinier version of ourselves.
Ca suffit.
This is not giving up, it’s giving in.
Giving in to just being.
Giving in to living without trying so hard.
One day ~ maybe soon, maybe later ~ you’ll be dead.
But right now you’re living, so live.
No more striving.
You’re enough.
Just live.