My youngest son carves it up on the field and the court and yet, I’m not good enough. My eldest son he’s a mess because he’s only ever heard me say, You’re not good enough”
I think I wrote that song in 2015, probably at the height of my insanity. I sing it now with sadness for the mess I created, that I have surrendered too and accepted. Take the time to accept the unacceptable because that’s where you’ll find your soul, where it always was, complete and unravaged by time or judgement.