What if nobody chooses us?
I've been thinking lately about the different parts of myself. I'm learning to appreciate all of them, even the ones I used to hide away.
Last week I wrote the appreciation and lessons from the more stormy parts of our lives. They can give us a way of noticing things, reading situations and understanding people that we might otherwise miss.
It got me thinking about another thing that keeps us stuck - fear. Not always the big, obvious kind but the more subtle fears of starting something new, of being judged, of wondering if anyone will actually show up.
Two years ago I hadn't run a single event.