This week I was journaling, and I had a memory come back to me. I was four or five years old playing Tee Ball. It was the first game, and my turn to bat.  My heart was beating, and I could feel everyone’s eyes on my back.  The anxiety of it all had the top of my ears burning. I stood by my coach, bat in hand. I raised my bat to take a swing, but before I could my coach stopped me.

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Since I was young I would watch people do something brave and envision myself joining in. In my daydreams I would be walking out on Lake Michigan ice, cliff jumping, and performing on stage. In my doubts, I would stand back longing to be the person who had the courage to risk everything for that moment. A moment of freedom, a moment where fear did not win. 

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