I tend to tread lightly… both figuratively and literally.
It bothers me when others tread heavily, loudly, noisily… both figuratively and literally.
I tend to take people off-guard by my doing so…
I tread lightly, but with intentionality and casual comfort and ease… yes, both figuratively and literally.
And when I am met with fear, I pause, take a few full breaths, relax, and continue forward, still treading oh-so-lightly…
I tend to read lightly, and I thus feel that I am often not even noticed.
It is who I am, but that doesn’t mean the noise and thunderous clamors of the world around me make it easy to be myself.
The hardest part is always the breathing, for some reason… that’s the part I always seem to forget, and it gets me just a little bit turned around, as though I am looking for the breath I have lost… when I find it, though, it gives me the strength to take my next steps onward and forward… as myself, lightly, intentionally, and confidently so.