Still Life (Talking)
Sweatpants, sweatshirt, warm slippers.
A squirrel is squirreling in the grass outside the kitchen window.
Moss outlines the bricks of the brick patio.
At ease and still, like a painting of a pond.
But in a moment, the old ghosts return to haunt. I should be succeeding. Vanquishing. Proving myself. Making better use of the time.
Hmm, something is definitely different today though. The ghosts are just empty sheets with holes cut out for eyes.
They’re no longer the leads in this play and leave the stage just as quickly as they entered the scene.
Although I’ve been strangled by the feeling of insufficiency for as long as I’ve had language, the urge to impress anyone, even myself, now feels prehistoric.
I am enough.
Right here, right now, I am enough.
And I don’t care who else is on board with this. The squirrel knows what’s up though.
I am enough.
I certainty don’t invite it, but death could come today and I’d be okay with it.
I am complete.
I always have been.
And so are you.
“In Live Like a Fruit Fly, Gabe Berman shares his recipe for living a more joyful, worthwhile, and abundant life in every way. A witty, entertaining, and insightful read.” ―Deepak Chopra, Author, The Seven Spiritual Laws of Success