tension.

What do you do when everything is one thing? When all of time is one moment? When all of your body is another person? When all of your mind is another soul?

I’ve spent a lot of time waiting for things to happen.

To me. For me. With me. Without me.

I’ve spent a lot of time waiting to be good enough. Hoping to be good enough. Telling myself I believe I’m good enough.

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But I’ve never been fantastic at follow through – my old tennis coach told me that.