Slowly, I Let Myself Be

Some truths don’t arrive all at once—they reveal themselves in quiet, inner ways

I didn’t set out to write something clear or polished.
I just needed to write.

And when I read it back, I understood—not in a neat, tidy way, but in a felt way.
Maybe you will too.

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At least for now, I get it.

Working harder?
Didn’t work.

Judging others?
Didn’t work.

Paying for courage (hiring a coach)?
Didn’t work.

Forcing myself?
Didn’t work.

Seeking guidance?
Didn’t work.

Taking courses?
Didn’t work.

Achieving professional qualifications?
Didn’t work.

Nothing and no one outside of me worked.
It was all inside of me.
The whole time.

It was released when I gave myself permission.
When I tiptoed in, tested the waters.
Slowly, slowly.

I wasn’t jumping in.
I was gliding in.
Slowly, slowly.

Each time I got a bit deeper,
I allowed myself to adjust.
Slowly, slowly.

All of a sudden—or so it seemed—
I was deep enough to know that I was in it.

I did it my way.
I allowed my essence.
I acknowledged my essence.
I gave myself room to be.

Finally.