3/14/17 Notes to Myself:I feel naked. When I step off that cliff of protection, armor and shield I am exposed. It's scary, real and uncluttered. I liken this to standing on the platform posing, stripped of all clothing. It's raw and beautiful. Wrapping my arms around myself. Timid to bare all. Afraid of what others might say or the flaws they might notice. I might feel something. A sea of shame and abandonment circling around my feet, just waiting to eat me up so I no longer exist. I find myself still standing. Standing in my truth. The pool of shame is dissipating as I say no more to caring what other people think. Celebrating that I have no power over that anyway and realizing we aren't so different. It's just I'm standing here exposing the complexity and imperfection of my being and maybe you aren't. Maybe you can't. I couldn't. Before. I wish you could. It would level the playing field and make for a more compassionate and empowering world. Honesty.