This was timely for me, this lovely, profound poem by @sometimesphoenix.*
A few days ago, I experienced something that felt like failure. And honestly, I let it sting, for about the first 12 hours.
The next morning, I sat down with the Word and my journal, and looked straight at it. I began to see how my perception of failure revealed where I had some expectations way out of whack. Completely unrealistic, and placing things on my shoulders that don’t belong there at all.
Carrying around something I was never meant to carry: burden.
And seeing that? That’s a gift.
*@sometimesphoenix only went by “b” when she signed her poems on Instagram. Sadly, I can no longer find her there.
Originally posted on Instagram.