Scared Sh*tless & Time to Jump
Ever know you’re about to change every single molecule of your life with just one move, and your stomach gets tied up in knots because it knows — hey babe, this is what you’ve been asking for all along. And now the moment’s here, and you’re gonna pull that shit?
Uh-uh. Here we go, and there’s not much you can do about it but sit in the back seat and relinquish control because he/she/it’s right. You’ve done everything you needed to do, and now it’s show time, literally and figuratively.
Short post today because I’m out the door in a few minutes to hear my words spoken on stage — for the first time. It’s not earth shattering and it’s not going to cure cancer. But it will cure my life, a little, and help me move in an entirely new direction.
More to report soon. Reframing my fear as we speak. Every time a feel like my lunch is gonna come up — who are we kidding? I was too nervous to eat lunch — I imagine it as flower petals raining down on my head, softly touching my face. If I can transform fear like that and maybe actually eat something when I get home, I’ll have done what I needed to. And thank frickin’ God for that. :)
