It’s always been true.
I am not what I do.
I am not the sum of
what I check off
on the to-do list.
I’ve always believed that,
even if sometimes I’ve
not acted like it.
And I am struggling
to remember.
Here in this time.
Here in this space.
I am not what I do.
I am not what I accomplish
in a day.
I am more than
what my house
looks like.
I am above and beyond
what is for dinner.
I am still a creative person
even if I can’t seem
to start something
new right now.
I may not come out
on the other side
of this having
checked off boxes
on my quarantine
bucket list.
I’m in some sort of
wrestling match.
I want to do more
and yet
I’m struggling
to remember
what is true.
Here in this time.
Here in this space.
I need to
remember who I am,
remember my roots,
remember what centers me,
who holds my hand.
I need to
dig deep.
Show up
for my family
and friends.
All I need to do
is be present.
That’s it –
still means I’ve got
to dig deep.
I will show up.
#PermissionGranted
