A word… now this is an accurate reenactment of my countenance
whenever it happens… bearing witness to my words inspiring someone.
(note the shocked look on my face) color me humbled and honored.
Often we fail
to grasp our
own power.
Whenever I’m asked
to sign a book, give an interview
or discuss
my creative
process.
Impostor syndrome sometimes visits –
it is a spirit
don’t acquiesce
to it.
We assume
that our words
are murmurs.
When the opposite
is true.
Those rumblings
can be shouts for others.
I was reminded of this…
of my power –
earlier this week
over coffee.
Often we are living in purpose
and don’t even
know it.
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