Stand Still

I am, at times, astounded by the way my mind works. The way I work to squeeze myself shut if I feel myself becoming too open. The way my mind convinces me I'm acting too big or getting too much attention so that I must make myself very small and I must be very quiet. That no matter what I do or don't do, I am always a sliver away from being kind enough, respectful enough, good enough. I never quite get there. Until I do. And then once again, I don't.

This year is about consciously standing in my truth and finding my voice. And staying there. No matter the  awkwardness or uncomfortability or fear of abandonment. I will stand even when my head tells me I don't belong "here."

I will stand still.