Work in progress

Work in progress

Somedays I feel more complete.

Other days, it is more of a continuous unraveling.

I am forever grateful for the rebound.

It eventually comes.

It always comes, even when I believe it never will.

Through the clouds of exhaustion and self doubt I start to believe it will always be like this.

I am doomed, I say.

Wait, she says. The deeper wiser part of me within.

And then there is the flood of relief, or maybe it starts with a trickle before it flows.

I find freedom in the expression. In the movement. In the asking. In the offering. In the surrender. In not being concerned with what others are thinking.

It is a messy and beautiful process.

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