I’ve always had a really fast head and a mouth that is right behind it in the speed trials. I can think and say things that sound as if I really know what I’m talking about in almost any situation. In many ways this verbal alacrity has always been my comfortable default position; if in doubt rhapsodize like a demon. And it works, almost always, on a slightly convoluted have a witty opinion on everything kind of way.
It’s not courageous though, nor is it brave; and as I am really into challenging myself this year, I’ve decided to push past my comfort zone and accept the invitation to love more deeply through the heart. I ask myself how I feel and what I want on a regular (daily) basis; and I don’t believe this kind of conscious heart listening to be anything other than pure self-affirmation. And this is a really really really (deliberate emphasis), good thing.
I’m learning to truly love in the deepest, loveliest way possible. And I love it and I act upon it and I inspire with it and I have been rejuvenated, resurrected and unfathomably restored by it; all because I took a brave chance, went all in on my heart, and became transformed in love. I completely belive and trust that I have been offered the graced opportunity to gain access to my most authentic self. And I’ve taken hold, hanging on tight, incapable of releasing my grip, fired up, ready to go; hopefully emanating the kind of magic that leaves me giddy, breathless and always able to offer more.