I do.

And I don’t.

I love myself, I’m thankful to be me and to have my body, flaws and all. I love my playful mind, gushing heart, endless soul and timeless spirit… but I also have things I’m working on. Does it mean that I think I’m ugly? Sometimes, in some ways, but it’s not an incessant monologue.

I have goals, not because I don’t think I’m beautiful, but because I know I can provide even more beauty for myself, with myself, by learning and growing in genuine love for myself. Is being sedentary and having poor eating habits beautiful? No. Are defeated and defensive thoughts beautiful? No. Is emotional avoidance and projection beautiful? No. So that’s the kind of stuff I’m working on being aware and mindful of.

So yes, I am beautiful, but I’m also an imperfect human who makes ugly choices sometimes. I look forward to becoming more beautiful throughout my life as I honestly search for the astonishment of my raw glory. But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to appreciate every bit of the ugliness along the way either…

That was a prompt…

Being alive and awake in this great chasm of space-meets-time is well enough to appreciate all imperfections as opportunities to marvel at potential-in-action

That was poetry flow…

P.S. soooo tired

P.S.S. so happy

P.S.S.S so fulfilled, blessed and honored – cooking meals, doing dishes, bringing family together in love… Editing, collaborating, studying… Sweating, pushing, listening – feeling like I’m gulping life down lately and still crave it’s bitter-sweet nectar all the more

That was an update!

Elk Creek Trail, Park County, CO