At any moment, my heart is as open as the sky. Yes, open to vulnerabilities, but more open to potential, capabilities and to protect.
I could sit in a corner, in the dark, curled up in the fetal position, wondering why I'm there.
I have so much in me that I'm willing to give and much I'm willing to receive, that I am pouring it out into the world. The shades of my heart will be open, the light will pour in, and it will feed my heart so I can feed someone else.
Like I said, is my heart open to taking shots? Yes. Does that scare me? Yes. Am I paralyzed by that?
“Butterflies, cotton mouth, and a pounding heart make the finest performers smile—the smile of a person with an ace up their sleeves…They definitely would agree with Tiger Woods, who has often said, “The day I’m not nervous stepping onto the first tee—that’s the day I quit.”--Dr. John Eliot
I'm scared, yes, And my heart still beats very strong.
The cool thing is I know I'm vulnerable. And I still keep moving. I turn my vulnerabilities into strength. Baggage into fuel. Walls into air. Doubts into belief.