When perfectionism isn't the goal.
But when embracing the moment and doing what feels natural is.
And then d o u b t creeps in and enslaves me.
Convincing me that my efforts aren't good enough.
And I willingly shift to the passenger seat, releasing the wheel to that oppressive five letter word.
Deterring me from writing, creating, and living wild + free.
Stripping away my happiness and paralyzing my dreams.
It's kin to my insecurities and reluctant silence.
Therefore, I intend to unfriend it.
Take back the wheel.
And in turn, become
b r a v e .
Because I fear that one day I'll look back on my life and see that I always played it safe.
Because I ought to speak when I have something to say + create when I'm inspired.
Because I desire to embrace the soul He so gracefully formed in me.
Because I have this one precious life. And I want to soar.
[cue Sara Bareilles]