I reach the end of the day
feeling deep gratitude
in every cell and fiber
of my tired body.
I gave my all today,
body, heart, mind and spirit.
I touched the lives of my students,
witnessed their transformation,
by the opportunity to bring value
to their lives through my work.
It took me a while
to see that I’m the one
who needs to value what I do
if I want others to see the value.
For so long
I relied on an external validation of my worth.
I’m seeing that
as long as I validate myself,
I don’t need anyone to do it for me.
Gratitude washes over me.
I have no more words.
Tired, working hard to be prepared
for a workshop I’m teaching tomorrow
and those old scoundrels jump into my brain,
The Perfectionist and the Critic.
They let me know all sorts of things:
You should’ve had this done by now.
You don’t have enough authority to teach this.
It’s going to be a flop. They’ll want their money back.
Why aren’t you more organized?
You don’t have anything worthwhile to say.
You should just give up right now.
And I say:
Thanks guys, really appreciate it,
everything you said is really helpful,
and I’ll be sure to take into consideration
what you shared with me…
I’m going to get back to work here.
I don’t have time to wallow in self-doubt.
I have lives to save.