What is waiting to come through me once I have really let it all go? Once I’ve made room for it? Have I made enough room yet? I am so ready for filling my cup, but I am not the Judge. I am not the one who says when it’s enough. I am the one who keeps letting go of control and who trusts that everything is in its right place.
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