Today, I’m going poetic on you with something personal and powerful. 

It’s something that flowed out of me when I started to shift, to find myself, to step into my slice of sunlight back in February 2019. 

And well, it shifted something within me enough that when I came across the file, I knew it was worth sharing with you today… 

Dive into these words with JOY.

Kicking Perfect

A Poem 

Crap, 
I have cared 
about the opinions 
of others 
my entire life. 

I’ve censored myself. 

I’ve hidden 
behind perfectly curated 
words. 

I’ve lost 
a small piece 
of me 
each time I’ve lived —
unauthentically. 

Which has been 
most of my 
existence.

No wonder
I am 
shattered,
scattered. 

Flex of me 
spread out 
like a brilliant kaleidoscope 
of magnificent color.

It’s time 
I realized 
I, 
as a whole, 
am perfectly imperfect.

It’s time to call my pieces —
myself —
back home. 

It’s time 
to be stripped 
bare. 

It’s time 
to be —
me.

Warts 
or whatever 
your flaw 
and all. 

It’s time 
to share all 
of me.
Not the posh facade 
I present—ed
to the world.

Does that mean 
sharing myself 
fully?

Crap, 
that scares me. 

Sharing 
the true brilliance 
that is me…

Define fully?

Oversharing 
is caring 
‘bout other people’s opinions, 
no? 

So to overshare 
is a return 
to fragmentation 
of me. 

Oversharing 
is our 
current 
norm. 

Oversharing 
is ego
driven. 

Share
from a place of BEing 
of creating 
of intention 
of impact 
now. 

Doesn’t 
that 
feel 
like 
heaven. 

So, 
if I overthink 
I am headed toward 
The Ego’s Ledge. 

If I debate, 
I again
place value 
on what others
will think. 

If I hesitate, 
I return 
to living my life 
based on the opinions 
of those 
I probably 
don’t 
even 
know. 

Or
Like.

Those who certainly 
aren’t giving me a 
second 
or perhaps 
even a single 
thought. 

I will be judged. 
I am judging.

And the jury is still out. 

Will always be out. 
Because 
you 
are 
enough. 

Be IN the moment. 

That 
is the whisper 
of the ages.

Place importance 
in the impact 
you have as 
being 
fully 
you. 

Ah, 
the divineness 
of that sweet
lyrical
voice.

I hear you. 
I feel you. 
As a shiver. 
As a warmth. 

I know 
you 
are 
truth. 

Good,
then let me continue to speak
through the wind tossed leaves
and the musical chirping
of the frogs
playing
during your
tropical night. 

Don’t yet recognize 
who 
that 
is?  

You being fully you.  

It’s ok. 
It’s normal. 
You’ve had years 
of practice 
hiding 
your 
true 
self. 

Give yourself 
grace.

Focus 
on this moment. 

Live now,
present for you. 

The how 
will naturally 
flow. 

The how 
is actually 
none 
of 
your 
business. 

Kick your perfect
to the curb
and embrace
you.

You are
Perfectly Imperfect 
just 
as 
you
are.

💜

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My words are meant to touch hearts and open minds and lead you to more JOY.

Photo Credit: Photo Credit: Ava Sol @avasol