I used to be afraid to ask questions.
Would I hurt someone's feelings? Would I be out of line? There was an actual dread to whatever could come out of asking a question. Now, I still recognize the ghost of that fear, sometime. It's familiar and it wants me to believe that it's real. So I talk to it. I look at it in its beady little eyes and tell it that I am the boss, and not only that but that I am not alone. That asking a question and being ready for an answer is okay. Then I take a breath, I connect with my heart, and I ask. You can ask too. XOXO
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