Once upon a time I woke up and I loved myself. I was enough.

I had fear; I feared the adventures ahead. Not that I wouldn’t conquer them, but that I would lose myself in the process. That I would forget. I would forget that I am enough.

I would see the flaws. I would focus on the gaps. I would wonder about my incompetence.

Now, let’s be real. The REAL dream is that I feel I am enough. The dream is that I conquer the fear of ineptitude.

I am awake. I fear. I dread. I cry. I cry a lot. I wonder. I stress.

I see my futures. I am alone. I am afraid. I am isolated. I was not enough.

I see my futures. I settled. I am afraid no one else will love me. I am isolated. I was not enough. This is what I deserve.

Once upon a time I believed that ONE DAY I would be enough. That ONE DAY I would love myself.

But, how many days are there? How long do I have? When can I firmly say I am dreaming or I am awake?