melodies that have yet to be.

there's so much music inside.
i have to get it out.
why can't i just make it flow?



no reservations.
just play it.
just sing it.
just love it.
just be it.





just.
be.
it.

Exactly.

I suppose I will never be good enough. Even for those whom I think would have thought I was.

But I'm going to daily decide that not being good enough is ok.


In fact, I'm throwing 'good enough' out of the window.
I'm just going to be exactly who I am, and sometimes exactly who I am might be great.
And other times it might be difficult.
There will be times when exactly who I am will be mean and spiteful.
Sometimes free and happy.
A time or two when it will be completely broken.
Even gross.
Yes, gross.
Silly.
Tired.
Beautiful.
Loving.
Jelous.
Hopeful.
Bitter.
Anxious.
Apathetic.
Joyful.
Sick.
(a short list as to not be exhaustive).



There is one thing, though, that I hope will remain a constant among the variables of exactly who I am.

My passion to chase after this love that Jesus allows me to taste each day.
Man, it's good stuff.



Maybe there will be a person who will accept all of this about me. Who will love me for, and in spite of, exactly who I am.

That would be pretty sweet.
But if not, it's ok.