Been thinking about this post
I’m old enough
Age, experience, time
Accomplished enough
Degrees, wisdom, ability
That I should open my eyes each day
And know I’m capable
More than able
Can take on the world
With the snap of my fingers
Except a fear resides in me
A worry that I can’t
That I won’t
That none of my training prepares me
I’m confronted with this reality
My know how makes no difference
My capabilities do not a capable me make
I’m left drowning in worry
Dancing in uncertainty
Faced with the real possibility
That I’m no good at what I do
But it’s the pressing on that reassures me
The getting up and going on
The Thank Yous
Those things remind me