Not surprisingly, drinks and conversation with my dear poet friend last night led to thoughts on vulnerability and bravery. We talked about how staying safe and in a place of potential can feel so good and nurturing… until it just doesn’t anymore.
We’re both in places of busting out, of meeting the world in raw and wonderful ways. The sense of exposure is exhilarating and intimidating at once, and we grappled with how to hold both sensations at the same time. And then she remembered these words of Anais Nin:
And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
Perhaps it’s as simple as that. And perhaps today is that day.