There's a reason I have to plug in my iPod every time I venture out on a run by myself.
There's a reason I wait until I'm on the brink of sleep before crawling into bed.
There's a reason I jam-pack my life and there's a reason I can' t just sit down and let my fingers shoot out words
onto a page.
There's a reason I don't want to let myself think.
The world scares me.
Everywhere I turn there's new expectations and new guidelines
everyone seems to have their own 20-step plan to success,
or a personal road map to Happyville, USA.
People in suits are telling me to study harder,
people in sneakers tell me to run faster,
people in sweatpants screamout "Don't make my mistakes",
people in magazines and television,
and even some of my own friends saying "Ha, you'll never be as good as me"And I won't.
I'll always be dumb, or slow, or too carefree (or maybe not enough),
or too ugly, too untalented, too stuck-up,
too skinny, too fat, too anxious....
Too "Grace" and not enough "perfect".
When did I stop being enough for the world?
When did I stop being enough for myself?