I have a bittersweet relationship with social media because on one hand, I feel inspired, and on the other, I feel discouraged.
I can’t help but compare myself to the people I see online. Sometimes I feel capable of becoming. Other times, I don’t.
I read stunning poetry and witness gravity defying yoga poses… and sometimes I think with a bit of effort, I could do that, I could be that. I genuinely want to achieve those things.
I want my words to echo in the minds, settle in the hearts, untangle knots we didn’t notice were there.
I want to strengthen, balance, heels over head, fluid and fire combined.
I genuinely want to achieve those things.
But sometimes I think I could never do that.
I could never be that.
And I don’t what to think like that anymore.
The end result is not what matters.
Write the poem, great.
Nail the pose, great.
Those are accomplishments.
But the growth never stops.
The breath doesn’t stop, it ebbs and flows, as does the body, as do the words.
I have a choice every moment.
“We either make ourselves miserable or we make ourselves strong.”
Hear something enough and you’ll start to believe it.
So change what it is you’re hearing.
I can do that.
I can be that.
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