Thursday, March 3, 2011

I Know Who I Am

I dunno.  I woke up this morning and it was one of those days where I just know who I am.  There's nothing to explain or hide.  No pretending to be something else.  No need to make myself seem smaller than I am or puff up like a sparrow against the cold until I am twice my size.

I don't need someone to see me to make me more real.  I don't have to be shored up because I am sagging.

I am just me and that is sufficient today where somehow yesterday it wasn't.  Where yesterday I couldn't touch this place of contented authenticity.

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