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!