Tea Delivery

I've just come away from a meeting with a selection of teas to try, I won't be in my luxurious arm chair wearing the world's best slippers but the universe nods in my direction regularly enough for me to recalibrate with this world and my space within in. I wish my worth didn't teeter on the tumbling stones of my further enquiries and requirement for actions and words to align and my need to throw out all lip service that nice people offer so widely. At face value and by fairly regular reminder a varying assortment of people I respect verify my existence as meaningful, place me in their top tens and I ever so briefly saunter comfortable in that knowledge that I'm ok. Maybe I'm exactly who I'm meant to be, the balancer on the tight rope, who doesn't tumble but quietly gathers myself to take the next step forward when I'm unsteady. I don't really need a cheering crowd and I've done it for so long, I can ascertain, in reality, I don't need a safety net. I need something though, I'm just not sure what it is. I should stop just manifesting tea and engage in this dance of thoughts and experience, step into the magical... What was actually in that tea?