I have changed.

What was once an almost reflex action has been subjected to momentary scrutiny. I now exercise the muscle, directly and with laser-like focus, to consider the effect that will be caused by the words that cross my lips.

Because I see it...because I know it...because I feel it does not mean that it needs to be shared.

I have nothing to prove...to anyone. I know what I know. To share what I know, what I observe, the insight/wisdom from my own experience absent solicitation or as a means of inviting additional consideration to the recipient to be helpful is anything but helpful. It is the voice of the ego--the flexing of a muscle that fears its own weakness and has a hunger to be noticed, to be seen, to be valued, to be acknowledged. And there is nothing wrong with any of those things. But, at some point, it is beneficial to settle into the fact that your presence, your life lived on this planet, your experiences (some shared or witnessed by others, some grossly misunderstood or misconstrued) must be enough.

I am enough.

Unlike when I was young and the hunger to be valued was ravenous and never-ending, now, there is more going on in my silence than in my speaking. I know now what I did not know then. As I am, flawed and stumbling, wise and uncertain, loving and unforgiving, I am more than enough.

I am enough.

I am enough.

I am enough.

Success or sabotage?  Success is accelerated and secured when you realize that you are deserving of its presence.

Is this going to be an incredible day?  Take a moment to appreciate all of the wisdom that you have acquired, knowing that this day was created, in large part, especially for you. You have earned it.