Returning later to the desk and deciding to stop thinking.  More than a decision, and that’s now a bit of a criticism of me, and frankly this book, but anyway, no more thought.

Just movement.  Looking over notes from my last Speech class where one of my mentees talked about confidence through movement…. Huh.  I was taught, when he said that.  Have I heard that before?  Honestly, no.

Not in those words, really, and certainly not with that timing.  Me here now about to get married to my best friend and REALLY start living.

Confidence through movement… I’ve been sitting at times, some days, here waiting to feel ready for things I’m already doing.  Teaching. Writing.  

Planning a life together…. Apparently I can be in the middle of my own life and still ask for proof that I’m allowed to be there.

My mentee was talking about speaking, about what happens when you get up and let your body help carry the words.  I wrote it down because I needed it.