Do you ever feel like the further you put yourself out there teaching, writing, consulting, living, the more vulnerable you feel?
It’s risky, following the energy out of the comfortable zone.
Inside a turtle’s shell seems the perfect place to dream and imagine. It’s also a good place to lick wounds. So many decisions, so much work, too challenging. Always on the edge of barely knowing.Â
The part that believes I’m not good enough, not smart enough, not brave enough, not enough whispers how easy it would be just to stop…Â
Safety becomes confining. Life pulses minus one.Â
Still… the shell is protective and cool and all mine.Â
So tell me. Have you put yourself out there for your writing today? Take any risks?
Nope. Been licking.
Know how you feel.
This to shall pass, eventually…
Didn't dare, sad but true…
I'm not quite sure . . .
I did work on the research I need for a story I'm going to write for an open submissions call. But I didn't send anything out today.
Living does make me feel vulnerable . . . but it's better than the alternative.
If not today, Sefarina, perhaps tomorrow…
So true, Sandra, I say with a chuckle and nod of agreement.