Give yourself permission not to be not good at something.
Quietly and softly carve out a life on your own terms. Stop apologizing.
Forgive that sometimes things take a while.
Forgive the low-level, near-constant fear.
Celebrate the small successes.
Perhaps joy is its own body of water, wade out into it.
From the blog of Meg Fee, Author of Places I stopped on the Way Home
(Photo from Bray Head, Valentia Island with Skellig Island on the horizon)