It keeps me quiet even though I want to share. It is a voice in my head that controls me, makes me re-think everything I want to say or do until I am tied up in knots of fear that I abandon my project. Back I go to stifled creativity and expression.
When I read others who are sharing in a raw, vulnerable, real way I feel invited.
I want to share my voice, my story,
I desire real connection. But it is a big world and I don't know who is reading and what you are all thinking. It keeps me off the stage, closed in my house and quiet.
So how do I bust past those limits consistently to tell my story - for I am writing a book, a memoir, for heavens sake. I must find more comfort in expression.
What if I didn't worry?
