I’m good enough.
That’s all I need to be. Good enough for me. That’s all.
So what if she’s gorgeous and sings like an angel and can arrange symphonies that sound like God himself gave her a hand, and he probably did…
I don’t need to be amazing. I don’t need to be beautiful. I don’t need to wow thousands with me.
I just need to be me and live the best life I can and do what I can with the gifts God gave me.
Which don’t currently include the- Ohmygosh- Sorry, this is so much harder to write as I listen to her, this next verse is amazing. Seriously. She is loveable.
Anyway. Now I have a role model.
Meanwhile, I’ll just keep doing what I can do.
I feel sick. I think I’m going to go to sleep. I can do that.
Sleep and make the bags under my eyes disappear and dream of figuring out what I need to do and having the strength to do it…