Sometimes I feel like I just can't do it, and therefore, what's the point in trying.
Sometimes I'm just not brave enough to accept the fact that I have a lot to learn.
Sometimes I just want to be brilliant. I do.
I want to be brilliant.
And it physically hurts to say it.
It's embarrassing. But it's true.
The question is: are we strong enough to fail one thousand times over in order to grow?
The question is: are we brave enough to show up, be vulnerable, and fall the fuck down?
I don't know. But I'm trying. Because that's the person I wish to become.
One who strives for growth, not perfection. One who works as hard as she dreams.
I want to be proud of my failings.
I want to let go.