At some point I had tried so hard that all I could do was give up. I had to be perfect at everything, even giving up. Perfecting giving up is great, you’re done before you even begin. How beautiful, I’m done.
I love how you are in the world. I love your you. I the youness that is so uniquely you. I see it and I lose my mind. I cannot be anything but my very best at the feet of such youness.