The Finishing Touches

Why isn’t he here?

“You’re just mastering the finishg touches,” she says.

I don’t know what that means.

Aren’t I good enough as I am.

Why is there more to be done?

Haven’t I done the work?

ALL THE WORK!

Wait. Are those finshing touches for me?

Or him?

I didn’t ask.

It’s been years.

I know I’ve had lessons to learn.

And I wasn’t ready…

… ironically because there were lessons to learn.

I needed to learn of my value.

My worth.

And to stop believing that I was too picky.

Because I should be picky.

I don’t want anything other than the best – for ME!

My best – intended for ME!

And to not settle.

For less that I deserve.

 

To all my guides and team (you know who you are… I talk to you all everyday) – IT’S TIME.

GO!

GET!

HIM!

AND BRING HIM TO ME!

please and thank you!

🙂

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