I am not called to perfection

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I am not called to perfection.

I am called to be brave,

and truthful.

 

Life is messier,

I am weak and flawed,

when courage reigns.

 

Life without courage is possible,

perhaps expected.

 

But the possibilities that bloom before you when your steps are forged with courage

-oh, what joy–

for then it is sparkling moments of deep-breathed freedom.

It is gleefully waving goodbye to unspoken expectations.

It is embracing your story without shame or fear.

It is whispers and giggling admissions of hidden delights.

 

(Courage might not be necessary,

but it is indeed worth it.)

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