I'm at an edge. It's a place between what I'm hungry for and where I am now. It's a familiar place and it makes me itch. This time though I finally see the pattern that I'm supposed to learn.
Up until recently, when faced with an edge, I would abandon myself and make someone else's truth more significant than my own. I would feel the fear of being at an edge and not knowing what was on the other side and I'd spin. I would crave certainty and want to control the outcome. I would doubt mys...
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