Sublime

I look at the blue cross and decide I will let it be. I will stop deeming myself unworthy of invitations and trust the inviter. I will test out the ridiculous, nonsensical possibility that somehow, in some way I can’t yet see, I will rise to meet this call. Yes, my soul says,

I feel obnoxious and impolite for taking up so much space in this truck, this world.

Having such little faith in myself that I numb or hide or consume my way out of my fiery feelings again and again.

I have decided that I’m ready to stop destroying myself and start creating. I have already accepted my invitation and no one will convince me again that I’m not worthy. Not ever again. I have been invited and I have said Yes.

I can use pain to become.

I can feel everything and survive.

For every woman resurrecting herself. For the girls who will never be buried.

Every life is an unprecedented experiment.

Because once we feel, know, and dare to imagine more for ourselves, we cannot unfeel, unknow, or unimagine. There is no going back.