For a long, long time, I told myself a story in which I had two choices:
1. hiding the real me and feeling safe, or …
2. living life my way, making mistakes, having Everyone tell me I-told-you-so-life-doesn’t-work that-way, and dying of embarrassment.
I chose to hide.
I played it safe, by the rules, offended no one for years and years and years.
Everyone didn’t even notice how ‘nice’ I was playing. My life became one that I endured instead of enjoyed.
I didn’t remember who I was anymore, and I was miserable.
So I threw it all in (it took a few tries) and kept moving in the direction of More-of-This-Please.
Along the way, I felt embarrassed, ecstatic, exhausted, exhilarated, fearful, joyful, vulnerable, courageous, crazy, sane, then, day by day, moment by moment
I wrote myself a new life story–one in which I become the person I was born to be.
How about you? Are you hiding?
I see You, and you are more gorgeous than you know.