November 08, 2013
There is something so delicious and freeing about speaking the truth.
But sometimes it's hard to do.
I had an image when I wrote this of being in a shirt that was three sizes too small.
I imagine that the shirt represented the straightjacket we can all enter when we're afraid to speak the truth.
The buttons on this too small shirt were all straining and pulling with tension. And with my arms outstretched, straight at my side, and puffing and flexing my chest, all the buttons popped off.
And flew up into the air.