We were meant for big living. Daring deeds and great beauty. Yet, we often settle for small and safe. The comfort known versus the discomfort of something truly beyond ourselves. We tell ourselves that truly epic things are meant for others, not us.

Empath… Highly sensitive… Feeler… whatever you want to call it…

I’m usually the one with tears in her eyes. I wear my heart on my sleeve… and sometimes (when I’m crying) I blow my nose on said sleeve. It’s not pretty…trust me.