The trouble is, to be messy and out of control is to be vulnerable, and some part of all of us is just a little bit terrified of that.
Attempting to belong as who I actually am rather than pulling a chameleon and doing whatever it takes to fit in? Digging deep into my vital organs, giving birth to an idea, only to discover it sucks, indisputably? I think I'd rather run to higher ground, find shelter, build a comfortable prison to keep out anything uncomfortable or unknown.
Storms can be scary. They are also nourishing, cleansing. They bring things to the surface, where we can face and express them. And if you are afraid of what you might find, maybe you should ask yourself why.
I've been learning* to ask myself why.
*to no be so afraid