Being A Duck

DuckMy nephew posted on Facebook, “I am like a duck gliding smoothly on the surface and paddling like mad underneath.” I responded, “Sometimes I also glide smoothly on the surface and paddle like crazy underneath. Sometimes I have my butt up in the air just trying to get my needs met (and this isn’t always flattering), and sometimes I am flying above it all, synchronistically connected to all around me. And being a duck (actually being me) is being all of it, all at once.”

I used to think that I needed to be perfect in order to be loved, but over time I realized that seeing and accepting all parts of me was the most loving thing I could do.

p.s. And for those of you who noticed- this is not a duck. I just liked the attitude of this hawaiian goose.