monologue-ing

I’m rusty. I wonder if I have anything to say.

I do.

What do I have to say?

I’m not sure.

I long stretch, and peer over my shoulder—is it safe?

The fear is all-consuming.

How do I become less fearful? Practice. I feel very sure of that. Practice practice practice.

Show up. Look yourself in the eye. Don’t feel ashamed of yourself—maybe even feel a little proud of yourself.

Let the compassion flow through and from you.

Don’t fear rejection, it is a gift.

Get curious. With yourself, with your loved ones.

Embrace opportunity, even though it scares you.

Don’t let this season pass you by. Take your socks off and walk barefoot through the grass. Wash the pump parts and the tiny clothes over and over again.

Love your little family with a ferocity that scares you. Feel yourself quake with the intensity of your love.

Love your people outside of your home. Don’t let the fear of losing them keep you from feeling and sharing and embracing those relationships.

Be uncomfortable. Hold yourself accountable. Hold yourself gently.

I’m so grateful for this life.