I find that I’m giving up a whole lotta stuff lately:

Fears.

Doubts.

Analysis paralysis.

Old ways of thinking.

Old ways of being.

Audience with my inner critic, that asshole.

Perfection and flawless preparation.

A recent insistence on instant gratification for things that I know take work and patience.

The incredulous belief that somehow I cannot or never will.

Treacherous baggage that entices me with wails of, “you will need me.”

 

What rests in my pocket:

I want to.

I can.

 

Michael is flirting with minimalism!