We all want to be seen. But there comes some responsibility with that. People aren’t mind readers. Plus, they also have a focus on things other than you. And how are they to see who you really are, unless you show them?

Brené Brown calls it “daring greatly.” I like it because it changes our vulnerability from being a weakness to a superpower. (And as evidenced in every purchase of every little black dress, every pose in front of the mirror, I do indeed want to be a superhero.) So I expose my heart with every word, and every stroke. And on many days, just like the reflection in the mirror, I may be one of the rare few that see it. But that’s more than a good start, it’s a victory — me daring greatly to see myself. 

I am that bird. Fragile, sure. Strong as ever, yes! My palette is full. I am saved. And look at that palette, wood worn and weary is exactly what makes it beautiful (to me.) So why would my reflection be any different. If I choose to see myself, celebrate that even, then it takes the pressure off of you. I don’t have to count likes or measure your responses. And maybe then, without all that clutter, I can see you. And what if we all could do that. For each other. I suppose to believe this is also to be daring greatly. But I’m just that bird. I come to the canvas. Hope in hand.