The last few months, I’ve been pushing, striving, holding myself to high standards and even higher expectations.
Lately, I’ve been trying to recognize that the best I can do is enough. I am enough. Regardless, of the outcome, the best I can do… is all I can do.
It’s a work in progress, accepting that and accepting myself, every single day. And sometimes I feel like when it comes to self-acceptance I take one step forward and two steps back. But all I can do is put one foot in front of the other, each and every day.
And one of those steps is giving myself permission to be… permission to be enough.
For some people, that still won’t be good enough. We may not impress the crowds, or wow the world. And that’s okay. We all have a small list of people, maybe it’s even just one or two, whose opinion really matters. And those should be the only people. Us. And them. Those are the people who are worthy of hearing our story, of helping us carry our shame, our pain, our struggles.
It’s funny how often those people, who we really value, whose opinions actually matter… they’ve made the cut because they’re the people who already love us exactly for who we are, every second of every day. They are the people who we can be authentic and real with. That’s who matters. Not the audience, not the critics, just the ones who love you close.