How come when it comes to saying the really hard stuff I get totally mealy-mouth and can’t type or say a thing?
What kind of coward am I?
I boast and brag about being a truth teller, about not being scared of much, about being fearless mostly, and about how important the truth is—at least knowing your own truths. How is it that I have no trouble being an asshole or being opinionated or speaking my mind. Then, fast-forward to me, crippled by the truth—totally paralyzed to write or speak the story, to hear the song, to dig in and say what’s it is.
The only good is that the stakes are high and I have a shitty poker face.