I really love the days that I am able to get out of my own way. I’m in love with the possibility of more, all of the time. More stepping aside. More stepping up. More moving . More growing. But the first step always trips me up. The getting out of my own way. I have not learned how to successfully be this dreamer and this person of action. I’m learning.
Albeit slowly and with lots of mistakes.
30-something Mississippi queer. Bleeding heart with a soft spot for honesty and oversharing. Conquering corporate America and my own insecurities– one day at a time.