I will always be too much for most people.
Even if they tell me I’m not.
Even if they love everything about me.
Even if they want to meet me in the mess of it.
I will always be too much for most people because I’m relentless about growth. Because I’m intensely passionate, ramble ranty, and opinionated about what matters most to my heart. I will always be fiercely committed to truth and congruence in ways that are exhausting even to myself at times. I will always crave new experiences, deeper lessons, and different places. I will always seek depth and get bored with surface-level small talk.
I don’t stop. I rarely slow down. I’m never fully satisfied.
That doesn’t mean I don’t simmer in the sweetness of each life season, have full presence in all my experiences, or deeply appreciate where I’m at and who I’m with each moment. It means I’m able to hold both the beauty of each moment and the deep desire for more in all the ways I crave.
I’ve spent too much of my life feeling bad about it, playing small, and trying to slow down so that the people around me feel comfortable. But I don’t want to anymore.
So I’m not going to.
Keep up or wave to me as I pass on by. Let me go or help me create a deeply connected, expansive, and nourishing cave for us to cozy up inside. Support my growth or get out of the way and cheerlead from a comfortable distance.
I don’t believe I’m better than anyone for being where I’m at. I just want to live my life and actualize my full potential without any interruptions from people who like the idea of me but can’t hold space for all that I am and all I’m becoming.