Knowing you are enough

I am afraid. I am afraid even though I know I am already welcomed, even though I know they are warm, and I am in a safe space.

I am afraid because I am worried I will be found lacking. That I am a fraud. That I am not enough.

But something kicks in. Maybe it is love. I think it might be. Love that permeates the room, that fills me. Love that is calm and comes from others but only because it is streaming out of me. Love that says It’s okay if you are not perfect. Neither are they. Nor do they want you to be. You are just you. Sing.

There isn’t another world I would want to live in. Not even one where I could know that I would always be perfect. That I could open my mouth without warming up and sing like a crystal glass shimmering overtones. That I could know every song and all the lyrics and sing harmonies without stumbling.

The world that I do live in shimmers in its own way. It shimmers invitingly, asking me to join it in its mischievous surprises. Maybe I will sing like a bell. Maybe I will fall flat and laugh. Maybe the laugh is what I needed.

When I open my mouth to sing, I do know that I am enough. I know that I will not be perfect and still be enough. I know that I may stumble and still be enough. I know that my face may look funny and still be enough. I know that I will just be me in this moment in time and that is enough.

In fact, it’s more than enough. It’s exactly what it’s supposed to be. Because it is what it is.

with joy and confetti,

Alexa