The Art of Being Done

I realized I am the only me I can be—and not being unapologetically true to myself is a disservice to my soul, I am done listening to the noise of the world. I realized the quiet voice of my own soul is the most beautiful sound.

 I am done questioning my motives, my intentions, the call of my soul. I realize questions seek answers, and maybe I already know the answers.

I am done striving, forcing, pushing through and staying on the hard path. I realize toughing things out might be a sign to pick another path.

I am done with friends that don’t understand I swim in the deep waters of life, I feel at home in their dark depths and die if I  lived on the surface.

I am done with the distractions, the denials, the small addictions that pull me away from the true desires of my soul. I realize that strength of character comes from focus and commitment.

I am done not following the desires that yell out in my soul every day. I realize if I do nothing about them, they die a quiet death that took a piece of my soul with them.

I realize the beverages created distortion and a temporary happiness that isn’t real and disappeared in the light of the day.

I am done trying to please everyone. I realized it can never be done.

I am done questioning myself. I realize my heart knows the truth and I need to follow it.

I am done analyzing all the options, weighing the pros and cons and trying to figure everything out before leaping. I realize that taking a leap implied not fully seeing where I land.

I am done battling with myself, trying to change who I know myself to be. I realize the world has made it hard enough to fully be myself, so why add to the challenge.

I am done worrying, as if worry is the price I had to pay to make it all turn out okay. I realize I don’t  need to worry.

I am done apologizing and playing small to make others feel comfortable and fit in. I realize fitting in is overrated and shining my light makes others brave enough to do the same.

I am done with the should’s, ought to’s and have to’s of the world. I realize the only must’s in my life come from things that beat so strong in my soul, I can’t not do them.

I am done with remorse and could have’s. I realize hindsight never applies because circumstances always look different in the rearview mirror and you experience life looking through the front window.

I an done with friendships based on shared history and past experiences. I realize if friends couldn’t grow together, or were no longer following the same path, it was okay to let them go.

I am  done trying to fit in—be part of the popular crowd. I realize the price I had to pay to be included was too high and betrayed my soul.

I am done not trusting. I realize I have placed my trust in people that were untrustworthy—so I will start with the person I  can  trust the most—myself.

I am  done being tired. I realize it comes from spending my time doing things that didn’t bring me joy or feed my soul.

I am done trying to figure it all out, know the answers, plan everything and see all the possibilities before I began. I realize life is unfolding and that the detours and unexpected moments are some of the best parts.

I am done needing to be understood by anyone but myself. I realize I am the only person I would spend my whole life with and understanding myself is more important than being understood by others.

I am done looking for love. I realize loving and accepting myself was the best kind of love and the seed from which all other love started.

I an done fighting, trying to change or not accepting my body. I realize  the body I came into the world with was the only one I have —there are no exchanges or returns—so love and acceptance is the only way.

I am done being tuned in, connected and up-to-date all the time, the news and noise of the world is always there—a cacophony that never slowed or fell quiet and that listening to the silence of my soul was a better station to tune into.

I am done beating myself up and being so hard on myself as if either of these things led to changes or made me feel better. I realize kindness and compassion towards myself  means far more.

I an done comparing and looking at other people’s lives as a mirror for my own. I realize holding my own mirror cast in the best, most beautiful light serves me the greatest.

I am done being quiet, unemotional and holding my tongue. I realize my voice and my emotions could be traced back to my deepest desires and longings, if only I dare follow their thread.

I am done having to be right. I realize everyone’s truth was relative and personal to themselves, so the only right that is required is the one that felt true for me.

I am done not feeling at home in the world. I realize I might never feel at home in the world, but that feeling at home in myself is enough.

I am done being drained by others—by people who didn’t want to take the time for their own process and saw shortcuts though hers. I realize I can share my experience, but everyone needed to do the work themselves.

I am done thinking I have so much to learn. I realize I already knew so much, if I only listened.

I am done trying to change others or make them see things. I realize I can only lead by example and whether they see or follow it is up to them.

I am done with the inner critic. I realize  its voice is not my own.

I am done racing and being discontent with where I am, the present moment holds all it needs to, to get me to the next moment. It wasn’t out there—it is right here.

I am done seeing hurt as something to be avoided, foreseen or somehow my fault. I realize that hurt shapes me as much as joy and I need both to learn and grow.

I am done judging. I realize I  assumed the presence of right and wrong—and that there is  a difference between using information to inform and making someone else wrong.

I am done jumping to conclusions. I realize I only needed to ask.

I am done with regrets. I realize if I had known better I would have done better.

I am done being angry. I realize my  anger is just a flashlight that shows me what I was most scared of and once it illuminated what I need to see, I  no longer need to hold on to it.

I am done being sad. I realize  sorrow arises when I betray my own soul and make choices that aren’t true to myself.

I am done playing small. I realize  if others can’t handle my light, it is because they are  afraid of their own.

I am  done with the facades and the pretending. I realize masks are suffocating and claustrophobic.

I am done with others’ criticism and complaints, they told me nothing about myself —only informed me of their perspective.

I am done yelling above the noise of the world,  living out loud can be done quietly.

I am done needing permission and validation…

I am done being something I am not, the purpose of my life is to be truly, happily who I was born to be,and if I pause long enough to remember, I will  recognized myself.


So this is ME; after the gift of time alone, happy and sad, reflecting on who I am and where I am going. 


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