exist loudly.

Playing small seems to be a common thread among our brothers and sisters these days and, I was recently reminded by a teacher of mine that I am no different. In fact, while snotty-nose crying like a child in a high-chair, I somehow professed this to her and our entire open circle, that my playing small actually meant an apprehension about being too bold or too loud for the world. Not being heard wasn’t always a bad thing but I’m finally at the point where I’m tired of hiding behind a program from the past that once ensured safety. The stepping aside, the bowing down, the under-dating, the yes that means hell no, the tightness in the base of my throat, the holding out, the hiding behind weakness that fits a concept of self...the bullshit - it’s over. Exist loudly or forever hold your peace

and quiet.