cause her family to start living
underneath a bridge.
Self-perception is a zoo.
We spend our lives drifting between
glimpses of our own, infinite glory and
the fear that not only are we totally
incapable/unworthy/lazy/horrible, but
that it’s only a matter of time before
someone blows the whistle on us. We
torture ourselves incessantly, and for
what purpose? If we can glimpse the
glory (and I know you can), why do we
waste our precious time giving any
energy to the other options? Wouldn’t
life be so much more fun, productive,
and sexy if we fully embraced our
magnificently delightful selves?