Are you curious about your rage yet?
Or are you afraid to do more than dip your toe into it? You could take off your clothes and dive into its murky depths and rise to the surface, cleansed.
When was the last time you played?
Really, truly played? Turned off your phone and the endless stream of worries that bombard your brain?
When did you last roll down a hill? Felt a little scared while standing on a skateboard? Ride your bike alone and feel the wind in your ears?
Have you moved your body in joy lately? Not to exercise or stay fit or chase back the chant that you still have 25 pounds left to lose? When was the last time you felt unfurled, your arms out from your sides, your palms open to the sky, and felt every single cell in your body alive?
Do you create every day? Write a story without a deadline? Press wildflowers onto a page to see if their colors will stay? Finger paint without your kids? Learn to play the ukulele for the hell of it?
Are you still listening to shoulds?
Should is a red-faced guy inside us who has a tiny little fist and he shakes that balled-up grip in the air, in a gesture that suggests violence. He throws his tiny little fists of violence against women, in particular, and shouts, “Get that should thing done.”
Have you kicked him out of your chest yet?
Have you freed yourself? Have you decided to stop living in the dark tunnel of who you told you were and let yourself free by getting curious about your story? There’s light out there. Go find it.
Have you reached back your hand to free the woman behind you?
Maybe not.
Yet.
But you can.