I’m in the process of opening doors I previously thought locked shut.
The ones labeled : dancer, artist, singer, athlete.
I’m reclaiming bits that lay behind these rooms so vast, yet easy to comprehend in this light.
I just began taking a dance class again.
I’m making art in how I arrange our home.
I’m learning how to play and chant with a harmonium.
I’m moving my body rigorously, rhythmically, + strongly.
When I let go of the form of having to be the best in any or all of these, I gave myself permission to stay and not walk away, to open the door a little wider, no longer consumed with comparison, but instead interested in expansion.
I realize the importance of having these facets of me engaged and paid attention to. I’m honoring my expression, and continuously reclaiming who I came here to be.
Just noticing, and knowing how it looks now will all shift and change again, but excited by the prospect of all of it.
