Sometimes I try to live really safe. To keep a lid on the version of me I’d really like to be. Afraid of what people will think.
I worry a lot that if I let the world see my “awesome,” they won’t think it’s awesome, and somehow that will ruin my life.
Connecting is dangerous. Loving is dangerous. Dancing is dangerous. Shining is dangerous. All the things are dangerous.
So I choose a lot of times not to be bold. Not to be boldly me. Boldly epic.
But here’s the thing . . . you only live once.
So f*** it. Be epic.