Daredevil
- Heike Kelley
- Feb 8, 2015
- 1 min read
Life has been a weird trip. For me. Growing up there was minimal support. Or nurturing. Home seemed more like an enclosure of chaos and fear and secrets. Awkward doesn't even come close to describing how I was made to feel about myself any time my unadulterated spirit shone through. Verklemmt would be the word. Verklemmt translating into inhibited, repressed, restrained. It took me my entire adulthood to fall in love with myself. To love myself enough to make a stand for this life-loving spirit. To draw boundaries (who knew there's such a thing) and not get squashed or invaded or taken over. Not just by people and institutions that didn't have my best interest at heart. But period. People seem to think that it takes great adventure or a daredevil lifestyle to be fearless. I say it's more challenging to face yourself daily and hold your ground, allowing yourself the freedom to be you.
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