The scariest thing about this (the first! Prompt! In the book!) is having my work, my words, my life, my honesty, in the hands of more people who have ever had it before, and entirely out of mine.
It’s a story containing many truths, many of which conflict with each other. It’s one I nonetheless feel ready to tell.
I simply want it all to stop. To know that I am ok, to not even wonder if I am perhaps not ok, to simply fall from moment to moment covered in delightful surprise.
This steadiness you feel in me is alive, not stagnant or flat as you seem to assume about steadiness.
I didn't realize, until someone pointed it out to me, that I have a tendency that can seem off-putting at times.
How deeply unnecessary our protector parts become once the fruit of ourselves is in the light.