Oh breathe, baby, breathe.
Will I land it? Does it matter if I crash? Is anybody even watching?
This week has been filled with a bunch of gut check moments. Walking up to complete strangers, unannounced, and introducing them to my work. Some look at you all leery, as if they’re not sure if they can trust you. Or figure out what in the hell you want. The ones that are better, the ones that smile right away because perhaps they can tell you are nervous and being authentic in your unpolished way, you want to hug. And sometimes you do. Really, I did end up hugging a bunch of people this week. Because we ended up having a real connection, which would have never happened had I not put myself out there in the first place.
So here’s to jumping off the dock. To attempting to land a triple axel. Or dreaming up the McTwist 1260 in the first place, and throwing it again and again until you finally stick it.