Sunday :: 28 April 2024
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And bring on all the pretenders, I'm not afraid
Dear Stranger;
Time is moving fast, and there's so much I want to finish; I can't wait to go but at the same time, I know I'm trying to prepare myself for a time that will come and go and I want to make sure I can be in the moment but also make sure I leave with a few things here and there that'll help me remember it for as long as I can. I want to send postcards, I want to take pictures, I want to make at least a video to go with everything, and I also want to share what the experience was like for me.
I've always chickened out when the chance presented itself, and now here I am trying to make a go at perhaps the most intimidating show, partly hoping to come up empty-handed so I would have an excuse, but, at work, in a group meeting, I had an opportunity staring me in the face.
I forced myself to take it before I could back out and now there's no turning back. I think I'm almost ready, I'm as excited as I am anxious, and if there's anything I do know about this emotional mix is that every time it comes around, I've never felt more alive. I think I need this. I've been hiding in comfort, in my self-care, and I was starting to feel maybe a little too cozy and it was time for a little bit of discomfort.
I'm excited and I have so much hope.
Magically,
-Jon