Honesty
I have this open freedom in my chest, in my whole body. As I continue to be vulnerable and honest I am freedom. I see the shadows that I kept in the corner are not so scary, just little dust bunnies wanting to play. As I step out more and more owning who I am without fear I feel weight lift. A sense of possibility feels like fresh breath. Feels like toes in the soil to me. I get to stand powerfully in who I am with a tender humility that brings me joy. It feels nice to be me and I like that.
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