Through the middle and out the other side.

Dear Self,

My personal limitations are the start, not the end, of me becoming the person I want to be.

When I meet these limitations, when I have humour in the face of them, when I point at them and laugh, when I can find joy in my inability to do something or react in a particular way…then I find myself going through the middle and eventually coming out the other side of them.

I discover that they are mostly beliefs that I hold about the world and myself. Beliefs are incredibly malleable if I so choose.

And then they are no longer limiting me, they will have shaped me, but for the better.


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