The Beauty of Inhibitions.
Too often, we get caught up in how we appear to others -- allowing the vanity of keeping face to dictate our posture, facial expressions, heart rates, senses of humor -- at the expense of experiencing ourselves in our purest emotional forms. We become children clinging to the sides of a sun-seared playground slide, fighting the inevitable moment when our arms can no longer hold us up, as we embrace the pit in our stomach that signifies both the dreaded and anticipated loss of control. We can choose to grip the sides of the slide with our self-conscious, panicked palms or, alternately, reach uninhibitedly towards the sky with tear-soaked cheeks that acknowledge the thrill associated with letting (our emotions) go, trusting the process no matter where we land. Enjoy!
(Post Scriptum: Today's entry is dedicated to my soul-mate friend.)
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Thanks for sharing, Carly! I don't think I realized how appropriate this story is to our current situations until I read your blurb. Here's to letting go...
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