Right to Be Me

“What’s wrong with me?” was never the right question. Try asking what’s right instead.

I have spent a lifetime
asking the question:
“What’s wrong with me?”

I became a doctor,
for F-sake—
a seeker, a scholar,
desperate to fix whatever that was.

Somewhere along the way,
I realized I was chasing the wrong question.
And the more I asked it,
the more the universe answered:
“As you wish.”

Because the universe works like that.
What you seek,
you will find.

But now I ask different questions:

Aubrey, what do you love?
About you?
About others?
About this world?

These questions make my heart stir.
They return my power
to its rightful home.

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It’s not easy, this sacred, infuriating responsibility
for my own inner state.

As if I could ever
fully control my mind.

But my heart—
She knows what to do.
Always a few steps ahead.
Always leading me home.

If I stay open to love.

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There is only one me
in this entire cosmos.

One miraculous event:
my beauty,
my gifts,
my lineage,
my expression.

I am inherently miraculous.

My fear mind—
has never tolerated miracles well.
But my love mind?
She drinks them in
like nectar for the soul.

I have the right to be me.
I am right to be me.

And you, dear one,
have the right to be, too.

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With my heart to yours—
in reverence,
gratitude,
and awe:

Thank you for being
the uniquely stunning expression of you.