I am willing.

I’m not sure what that means, exactly, but those are the words that are coming to me right now.

I am willing to write. I am willing to share my story to the best of my ability with a hope that someone, somewhere, won’t feel quite so all alone with such great big feelings.

I am willing to feel my anger. And I am willing to let go of it.

I am willing to love and be loved in return.

I am willing to try something new.

I am willing to fear less.

I am willing to trust those who are trustworthy.

I am willing to get comfortable with Joy.

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