I am realizing how much I was holding my breath as I slowly let it go.
Of course I was holding my breath. I just didn’t realize how much.
The scan came back clean and clear. I am cancer-free.
Still. Again. More.
And so, I promise myself, I pledge if you will, to lean into this and live.
Live.
Live.
To live out loud even more.
To open my heart even more.
To life. To love. To the people around me. To myself. To the universe.
To all I have to give and all I have to live and all I have to be. (Not in “have” to be but in get to be. 😊)
When my therapist and I were discussing what I would do if I did have cancer again and if I didn’t, it turned out that my answers were way similar.
“Yes or no, ‘good’ or ‘bad,’ this will be another wakeup call for me,” I offered.
To live and love and be fully and completely and wholely and freely.
To open my heart even more to the beauty around and within me. To go “no holding back” forward even more.
I have worked (and played) long and hard to cut myself loose from the grooming and carving and lies and chains of my childhood.
I have ordered my not black clothes to wear and my yellow birds to give out at my keynotes (The Power of Joyful Leadership).
I am ready to put on my jetpack (what my kid calls my heating pad that straps on like a backpack) and soar even more.
As I open my heart even more.
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