When I feel fatigued and fed up
Fearful, fretful, and frustrated
When I succumb to the stories of doubt and inadequacy
My feeble and frail mind sometimes plays tricks on me.
It whispers to me: “Why bother? It won’t matter anyway.
You don’t have anything of value to offer.
Just stay home and learn about how others are impacting the world.
That’s good enough.”
My spirit sinks and my body becomes heavy in a sign of solidarity.
I get stuck in the story and throw myself a pity party.
Saturated in sadness and defeat, my energy evaporates.
And then, eventually, I get over myself.
With the fire of a thousand suns rising up inside me
I shift states. Transcend my thinking.
“How do you know that?” my stronger Self shouts back
Value is in the eyes of the beholder.
My work is to be visible.
Some days, it’s hard work.
Other days, it’s easy (or at least easier).
I remind myself: “You’ll find what you’re looking for.”
I show up in the fullness of my being. I bring my whole heart to these pages.
I write to light the torch that will carry me home to my truth.
Maybe it will carry you too. Back to the core of your being.
Nestled safe inside that space that knows it is everything.
Expansive, limitless, love knows no bounds.
It’s all within reach.
You got this.
Author: Divya Darling
Editor: Catherine Monkman
Copy Editor: Callie Rushton
Social Editor: Khara-Jade Warren