Acceptance.
Acceptance is not always poetic.
I wanted to pen words together that would read like a psalm, something you’d want on repeat.
Something that would make it to your “most listened to” playlist on Spotify.
Words that would make you ready to accept things about yourself.
I couldn’t.
They didn’t do that for me.
The words I mean.
They wouldn’t string together and make a song.
I kept stumbling over them.
Repeating myself.
Losing cadence.
So because I could not pen the perfect words to tell you how I’ve been learning this over the past few weeks.
I decided to let you peak into my notes.
They are rough.
Sometimes misshapen or misspelled.
Be gentle with me.
And with yourself.
We’re still learning.
Still accepting.
