Ready

I don’t want to win anymore.

I want to live. 

I want to be whole.

And that means laying some things down.

Because…

I’m tired of fighting for my rights.

I’m tired of fighting for my side.

I’m tired of fighting for my point of view.

I’m tired of fighting for my beliefs.

I’m tired of fighting for my culture.

I’m tired of fighting for my tribe.

I’m tired fo fighting for my understanding.

All that fighting never changed anything.

All that fighting never made a difference.

All that fighting never brought anyone joy.

All that fighting never brought about victory.

All that fighting never brought about security.

All that fighting never made me friends.

All that fighting ever did was separate me from other human beings and therefore, my own humanity. 

It breathed death into my own life and robbed my soul.

I’m ready to admit I don’t have all the answers.

I’m ready to say I might have been wrong.

I’m ready to concede that I have blind spots.

I’m ready to sit with my own brokenness.

I’m ready to own my own bullshit.

I’m ready to let walls come down.

I’m ready to embrace humanity.

I’m ready to fight for your rights.

I’m ready to give.

I’m ready to grieve.

I’m ready to heal.

I’m ready to forgive.

I’m ready to feel.

I’m ready to listen.

I’m ready to love.