We spend so much time deciding if we're worthy. Worthy of the man, the life, the love, the new wardrobe, the new car, the decision, the life. Worthy of good things. Extraordinary things. Things and people and places and experiences. Those things that make our heart pound with joy, our skin vibrate with sexuality and our breath stop for a moment because of the beauty. When did we start believing that all of that is not inherently ours to experience?
Since when did everyone else get to experience these magical moments and yet we were destined for the boring and mundane? No one gave you a boring life pass. And they didn't get a fucking amazing life pass, either.
You were given a "just go and be" pass upon entry into this world. You choose how you get to be. What you get to be. What you get to experience and unfold into. You decide you're worthy of the magical and beautiful and titilating.
So get out of your own way and start deciding that your worth is inherently yours to bless and love and give a fuck about.
Go make the decision. Go tell them how you feel. Spread your arms wide to the friend or man or job that you've dreamed about and now is finally yours. Don't pretend its an accident and subconsciously wish it away. Say thank you for the beauty that blossoms into your world because you're worth the feelings and excitement and joy that it brings you.
Crawl inside your worth. See if it fits.