I don’t care what you’ve done. I don’t care if you’ve been courageous enough to stand in front of someone and go first—share your heart and soul and spirit without it being packaged or pretty.
I don’t care if you’ve fucked someone who wasn’t yours, and felt guilty or not felt guilty the morning after (I have too). I don’t care if you’ve stolen, or cheated.
I don’t care if you’ve done the ‘right’ thing every single moment of your life.
I don’t care if you’ve never let someone in because your mom left and you’re scared shitless another woman will break your heart.
I don’t care if you’re in a relationship right now that isn’t right for you because you’re still finding your spine to leave.
I don’t care if you’re living your dream life and doing a career you love, or if you’re working a 9-5 rotting in your bones.
I don’t care if you’re so selfless you don’t save any of yourself for you, and I don’t care if you’re so selfish you never think of anyone until it’s too late.
I love you and I have done it all — “I have been the left and the right of it, the up and the down of it, the victim and the villain of it” (Neil Donald Walsh). I am the sinner and the saint. I am always on time except when I am late. I am courageous except when I am not. I am strong except when I cannot leave my house because my soul has been hit by life. I am intelligent and funny and sexy and witty except when I am not. I am stupid and unworthy and not important except when I see my light.
Be easy on yourself — we are all, all of it, it’s part of this dance.
We are all the teachers, we are all the students—it’s already been arranged. Let go.