The *whirl and twirl* of life has pressures. Heavy ones.
Pressures that tell us we should be like her. Or them.
Pressures that tell us we shouldn't be *different.*
And yet, the different of who we are is important. Necessary.
I know this truth, though it's hard to live.
It's a gift and I see it that way
--the tug and pull to be my uniquely created self.
The not wanting to be like all the others.
The surrendering of comparison.
It's a gift I reach for today.
I unwrap it and marvel at it with sheer Wonder over possibility.
"Write for five, short, bold beautiful minutes...
Unscripted and unedited...
Without worrying if it's just right or not."