12 February 2016

When I dare to be powerful, to use my strength in the service of my vision, then it becomes less and less important whether I am afraid.  ~Audre Lorde

I’ve done my share of putting someone down for being ‘full of themselves’.  Sometimes I’m provoked by behavior that seems boastful or conceited.  Other times, and maybe more often, the trigger is inside me.  Like that little twist of insecurity when a friend accomplishes something I’m scared to try.  Or the twinge of irritation when someone breaks a ‘rule’ that I conform with.  Or, the stitch of envy brought on by a comparison of my circumstance to a friend’s good fortune.

I think these sneaky undercurrents are insidious little tricks to justify staying small.  Ways to divert myself from a more positive, expansive outlook.

There are times and places for fitting in.  But, I also need to let my boldness out, to claim my right to this life and own my desire to create a satisfying experience.  There is life and magic in this, even when things don’t work as imagined.

Only I can let myself fill up.  When I do, I naturally spill over.  When I’m full, I unabashedly and wholeheartedly cheer for your fullness.  I can reach out for your hand when I stumble, and eagerly extend mine when you need it.  Together, we can laugh and cry, and lift our glasses to acknowledge the living in both our attempts and our achievements.

Virginia, a fun song about possibility, by Christine Kane here.