An Invitation

Dear Morgan,

You are formally invited to be informal.
Put on your most comfortable clothes. The oversized thermal shirt that makes you feel a little smaller. The pants filled with holes and bleach marks yet soft from being worn so many times. Slip your tired feet into those fuzzy pink slippers that you once wore to bible study just because they were the love your feet needed that night. The ones you occasionally take with you to your friends house where you feel that you can be your true self.Throw your hair up with abandon in a bun. Little stray hairs spiking all over the place with no place to land. Grab your soft fleece blanket which makes you sigh every time you wrap it around you as if you have arrived in a safe place.

Sit. Breathe. Inhale. Exhale. Rest in the comfort that this is you at your best and that is ok. That is enough.


You are invited to enjoy.
Look at your calendar and pencil in something you that brings you life.
Don't be tempted to mark it out because something comes up that you need to "do" for someone else.
Focus on being. Relish in the small moments of the day that whisper "that was just for you."
You don't have to have the same interests as everyone else. Be uniquely you. Don't feel bad if your interests are not shared with others.  Laugh from the depths of your soul.

You are invited to fail.
You don't have to get it right all of the time. You don't have to perform.
You don't have to run until you are on empty. If one of your spinning plates crashes to ground, it's not the end of the world. You forgive others. What makes you think you are beyond the receiving end of grace from others? Sometimes you have to take the focus off of your feet and look up to be able to dance. Stepping on a few toes while you learn is inevitable. It will be ok. The end result is the freedom and beauty of the dance.

Sincerely,

The Voice Within



I'm currently participating in a Write In over at Story Sessions and the prompt is "What is Inviting You?"