Gifting myself some space to sit in the messy middle.

It’s hard.

Uncomfortable.

Painful.

Messy.

And yet, the insights are there.

The feeling.

The knowing.

The clarity.

All readying themselves for release.

And still, the need to perform.

To get it right.

To perfect.

Rearing its head once more.

Asking for my attention.

For me to see it.

To witness it.

To feel it.

Right now, it feels never ending.

Letting it be is the hardest thing.

Perhaps because doing something about it has always felt easier.

But maybe, for today,

there is nothing to do.

Just space.

Just presence.

Just me,

sitting here

in the messy middle.