The real me isn’t staring in the rear view mirror.
She’s not gazing out over the horizon wondering what’s next.
The real me isn’t pressing the rewind button or the fast forward button…
or pining for what she assumes she doesn’t have….
or looking back and thinking why didn’t I then?
The real me isn’t staring in the mirror with a frown or feeling the jeans looser still and wondering how come.
The real me isn’t pitching substance or clinging to keepsakes.
She’s not missing loved ones or past times or scurrying around wishing she could go back in a time machine or press a do over button.
Nope.
The real me is being Tre.
…adoring her now.
…and celebrating the wonder of it all.
That in one moment can love be felt and in that same moment can being seen occur.
The real me, the being Tre, knows she’s being seen and heard and adored and loved …
~ not because of a hug or a nod of approval.
~ not because of a check written in validation.
~ not because of a decision that finally asserts “hey we do value you and what you’re doing.”
The real me is being Tre because for goodness sake that’s all she knows to be.
And she adores being Tre so very much.
There’s no wondering…
Is she being Tre right?
Is she doing okay?
Is she on track and keeping pace with what ‘life’ is ‘supposed’ to be doing and being right now?
Because when she is being Tre?
That whole line of questioning ceases.
And the doubts dissipate.
And the sense of mortal measurements of time and age and space poof away into nothingness.
Yeppers.
The being true to me — ie being Tre — adore this right now moment in its fullness of love, of understanding that the law of harmony ensures peace for me and all…..insists on freedom of the deepest kind for all….loosens shackles of false allegiance to outmoded ways of being that we once thought were how to be a woman….
Being Tre…..
I wouldn’t have it any other way….
How bout you?