Find one plant tonight. In the garden, on the windowsill, on the street — any one will do. Look at it for as long as it takes you to breathe out three times.
Willows are green. Flowers are red. That is the whole saying. It sounds like nothing, and that is the point. The willow is not working on becoming greener. The flower is not worried that red was the wrong choice. They are already the thing they are.
You are allowed to be that too. Not the finished version. This one.
If nobody were watching, what would you stop trying to be?
You are not a project. You are a person, and you are already here.