A Poem and a Promise

I’m doing nothing
but being me.

I’m not a wife
or a mother
right now

I’m not a generous friend

Breathing in breathing out
Feeling my shoulders
they rise and fall
as my lungs fill
the soft muscles in my back
expand
then contract
whether I notice or not

And feeling the smooth skin of my calf against my shin
and my hands resting heavily on my thighs

I’m moving
a little
because there is music

I’m returning to the stillness
and quiet
and breath

I’m reminding myself that being me
is enough
I’m not lacking
any critical components or
depth
I’m not too much, either
too demanding
too sensitive
too tired

I’m learning
I’m enough

I’ll keep learning

**

Today, I pledge that I won’t worry about what I am — too heavy, out of shape, a pushover, a bore, unsuccessful – or what I am not – a published writer, in great shape, funny, popular. Those worries are counter-productive to a full, creative life. So, today, I’ll keep them at bay. I’ll protect myself and my creativity from them, the same way I’d protect my children from a gang of bullies.

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