“But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. ” - WB Yeats
For years, I had this in the rotation of my personal email signatures. It’s a snippet that has helped me work around my fairly substantial walls that keep my soul safe.
I struggle with letting people in. I struggle with expressing myself. I struggle to take the first step because I fear how my words will be received. I struggle to find the faith that people are being honest with me.
I see the above in my minds eye all the time. Egging me on to try..to have a little faith..to learn to let go of my fears and express myself. To take a leap of faith and trust the people I let in to not hurt me.. I can’t control what others do.. But I can’t be paralyzed by the fear of rejection. The fear of losing a friend. I can’t let fear control me.
So..faith it is. Faith that my trust isn’t misplaced. Trust that the few I let in are going to take care of my words.. My love.