These were the words I definitely said to myself on more than on occasion last night — mid-meltdown.
You see? It’s time that I truly listened to my words and recognized the meaning behind them.
“Chill (the eff) out.”
Code word for: just. stop.
Stop putting so much pressure on yourself.
Quit seeking perfection when you know seeking excellence is a better mission.
Run away from structure now and then.
…stop being so concrete.
That last one got me good. Scott’s words, not mine.
Said to me when I was SO up in my head, SO unable to well, chill (the eff) out, that I wasn’t even seeing it.
“It” being the red sign, the warning symbol, the big blaring flashing lights: Slow. Down. Way, way down.
So this is me. Telling myself that it’s ok not to be perfect all the time. That it’s ok to let go of structure in favor of truly living. Without boundaries, rules or limits.
It’s ok to just be.
(and on that note…don’t be surprised if you don’t hear much from me between now and post-wine country. I’m thinking I’ll be a little busy ‘truly living’ amid the vines, the grapes, the company, the moments. I know you’ll understand…)