You are not broken.
Your flaws are not fatal.
Your eccentricities and sensitivities don’t make you a monster; they mark you as human. And what, if not that, are you meant to be? You are here to be the highest expression of yourself. You are a thread in the weave of humanity.
You have all you need to know. You don’t need any more workshops, or trainings, or external degrees. You are eminently qualified to be you.
The things that scare you are the things you need to explore. Embrace your dark side.
Sit with your sadness. Don’t judge it; just be with it. Feel it. Let it overflow like the tears you are trying to suppress, and then watch it retreat back to the well.
You are just like the tide. You are made of the same briny stuff. The ebb and flow and all that.
The less you run from it, or try to tame it, the more you will blossom. You are a late bloomer. An early riser.
A night owl.
You are misunderstood. So what.
You are neither easy to contain nor define.
So let go. Don’t hold the reins so tight. In fact, drop the reins. See where the winds will take you. You don’t control any of this, anyway. No, you don’t.
You are fine. You are not broken.
Maybe you need an infusion of deep joy and naked laughter, but you are definitely not broken.
If you forget that you are not broken, return to this place.
I’ll be here to remind you.