"I suck."

"I'm doing it all wrong."

But I'm doing it.

It doesn’t matter what "it" is in my life.

I try and take the path that speaks to me. 

Deep down inside of me.

Then I go through the stuff of life regarding "it."

Ups.

Downs.

More downs.

Tiny ups.

But...

I find moments filled with happiness.

Distinct moments.

These make "it" worth all the ups and downs.

And to keep showing up.

To keep having a tiny chance.

To do it a tiny bit better.

Waiting for perfection means never doing it.

Ever.

Means never starting.

Never showing up.

Never standing up.

Means the end.

Before the beginning.