I wondered why I was drawn to Colorado this week with Cousin Samuel.

Higher elevation appears critical for me to rise to a place of action–to have the difficult conversations with myself.

Now, I pause to glance back at my hearty writing session from only an hour or so ago.

I am allowing you in on this fiercely floral conversation.

Tickled by my tone, cadence, and posture, I now grow even more thankful for my growth.

DISCLAIMER:  Don’t be alarmed; I’m not always this cold, blunt, or rigid. But some days require it.

💐It begins here:

I dug, trespassingly into my comfort zone and •went• there. Asking rhetorical questions, I ripped at my own ego.