No Reservations

I was so silly to hold back all the things I wanted to say.  Why was I hoarding the compliments, the joy, the admiration, the love?  Because I was afraid it wouldn’t be returned?  Because I was afraid I might change my mind?  Because I was afraid the sentiment would fade in six months time?

At some point, I flipped the switch.  I gave up on fear and anxiety.  They were getting me nowhere.  Being reserved only gave me a seat at an empty table.  So without reservations, I began to cheer and encourage.  To spray beautiful remarks at any passerby I encountered.  Great shoes!  What a beautiful name!  I’m so glad you’re here!  There is nothing like the sound of your voice.  I’m glad you are doing well today.

And then came joy.  And then came trust.