Disappointing Myself

It happens every day.

Image by Sergey Safronov

I know where I want to be.

I know who I want to be.

I know who I am.

I hear the word potential and cringe.

I look back and see everyone who has dropped off on my journey and cheer.

The closer I get, the harder it feels. The closer I get, the more I feel like it will never happen.

Days and weeks and months go by. Nothing. Till I realize that those days and weeks and months are something on their own.

Disappointing myself means not appreciating my gift.

Disappointing myself means not transforming.

Disappointing myself means giving up.