The Daring Way...
I run to the top of the hill and cry, “C’mon! This will be fun!” And my friends trundle up behind me, trusting that the adventure I’ve called them to join, will be as astounding a trip as I’d previously conjured.
“Show up, be seen, live brave” sounds so enlightening echoed from the lips of the snake oil charmer, who’s overnight horse and pony show glistens like that of the sunlit merry-go-round of my very first carnival.
I want that! ‘Wholeheartedness is the way to go” When the show departs the lingering thought of what I could be ‘if only I dared.’
I stand on the precipice, my toes curled on its edge, wondering if I’ll take the next step?
What am I afraid of? I’ve been this high before, don’t be silly, how hard could it possibly be?
I look around me, and wonder if any of the others are scared.
As if caught in some form of quick sand and cement , my emotions are glued — constricted by the weight of shame, confounded by it’s hiss of, “You sure you wanna play this game?”
-j-
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