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Every time we create something and share it, we’re the new kid.
We don’t know if we’ll be accepted or liked. We don’t know if our thing will go right or wrong or if what we’re offering will work.
We’re afraid of being rejected by others and maybe most of all by ourselves.
We’re the underdog, the novice, the dark horse. We’ve got more spirit than credentials.
But we’re also too prickly to stay put, we’re too eager to wait to be told it’s time and we’re allowed and we’re the one.
Somehow – despite not understanding all the rules and not knowing exactly the lay of the land or all the implications of what we’ve begun – we’re doing it. We’re bringing it and making it happen.
And somewhere inside our wandering hearts we know we’re the lucky ones. The ones who hold the secret. The ones who spin the magic and bend the light.
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My eyes are shoved shut so tight I can physically feel the skin pulling taught behind my ears.
The first pristine pricks of the threat of a shattering cry are stabbing at the backs of my thin pulsing eyelids.
Even against the massive concrete resistance I’ve barricaded up, or maybe because of it, scorching tears pierce through and streak inky, crooked, blackened tracks across my cheeks.
Every drop of pent-up anger, shame, loss, greed, regret, jealousy and confusion plunges out of me onto the hardwood floor beneath my naked knees.