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.