All of my life, there has been a voice inside of me that is always demanding that I do more, be more, be a leader, for heaven's sakes. Don't slack! Can't you see this life is a competition? You're not going anywhere if you don't step it up! I've tried to appease that voice. I've tried to follow the patterns and platitudes of what it means to be accomplished, but it rarely fills me.
This morning, as I made my breakfast, a quiet voice said, "You were born for simplicity." And with that, I have decided to claim my birthright in my 60th year of life and to yield to what makes me alive. I will lay down the wrestling of all that I am not and welcome my own beauty in the calling of simplicity. Let the shrouds of over accomplishment be lifted. Let the meek sing.
This morning, as I made my breakfast, a quiet voice said, "You were born for simplicity." And with that, I have decided to claim my birthright in my 60th year of life and to yield to what makes me alive. I will lay down the wrestling of all that I am not and welcome my own beauty in the calling of simplicity. Let the shrouds of over accomplishment be lifted. Let the meek sing.
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