Denver, Round II
Today is the fifth of August, and I'm packing my bags for a second time to travel to Denver. Part of me wants to lace up my shoes and go for a run, just to prove that superstition is purely a notion. But part of me wants to stay home, where I am "safe." That is what the last year has been for me. This level of feeling 'safety' when I am pursuing life in a forward fashion. I'm not sure why this has suddenly become an issue. But it has. I think the need for safety is a direct contributor to vulnerability. And by holding back, by playing it safe, we save ourselves from potential pain. And in being vulnerable, we lose one face, and often gain another. And sometimes it's a face we don't really want people to see. A good friend of mine introduced me to the book 'Scary Close,' by Don Miller. I first thought it was going to be a book of strong impression to be more emotionally intimate with people we interact with every day. But I realise now, it...