Oh. I’m building a parachute…that’s why things feel so messy and weird and all wrong.
I have no idea what I am doing and I’m doing it anyhow.
I have no idea if I will make it and I’m making it anyhow.
I have no idea what it all looks like in the end and I’m trusting that even if this thing is a complete turkey that me and my crew will be alright with that.
This image, this building a parachute on the way down, this trusting my community to catch me, it is so clear to me…so it always surprises me how that doesn’t make it any easier.
It still feels scary.
I still fear failure. I don’t like how it feels to get things wrong. I want to run to safe ground.
Right now, I’m mid-flight.
There is nothing left to do but have outrageous joy in the face of the unknown as I pursue the things that matter to me.
We’ve got this.
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I’m performing a reading of selected Dear Self letters in the Melbourne Fringe Festival.
Dear Self – Friendship. September 16th/23rd/30th (click the link, click the link...)