This Friday morning

I am Aware that I am a piece of the whole

I cannot do what you do

Or be who you are

Nor should I be.

We judge everything with

“are they better than me, bigger than me, richer than me happier than me, more beautiful than me?

Killed by comparison

We ask

how can I be more like you?

The bravest wisest question

Is how can I be more like me

and less like A facsimile of someone I admire?

Can I let go the ropes, the things that tether me to an idea of what I ought to be

In order to catch the updraft and be carried

To who I really am