Going about my day with less to prove, less to lose, feels off. My whole life I’ve done what I do best, which is live up to expectations from bosses, teachers, and myself.
I got on the skateboard again the other day, and I fell off immediately. The board slid right out from under my feet.
This is me living loved—shaky still, trying to carry this genuine depth into new, tangible experiences like conversation and loving my neighbors.
Radical grace leaves me undefended and vulnerable. But what do I have to lose? Only my pride, and (God forbid) a future broken bone.
The falling off makes me determined to get back on and go.
This post is Day 21 of 31 Days of Five Minute Free Writes 2016.