i don’t know if it’s due to spring or a life stage or a full moon or what, but quiet courage seems to be my friend lately. suddenly, i’m less concerned about how i will be perceived; not unconcerned, but more certain that what i authentically have to offer is good enough. risk is beckoning; whether i will approach it with a toe dip or a grand jeté or a freefall or a curious blend of all three is unclear. i feel a gentle pull in a different direction. and the direction feels more like process than accomplishment, more journey than destination, more about the dance than the curtain call. i’m so going there, wherever it is.
