I Hope I Can Let You See Me
- Tealee A. Brown
- May 29, 2023
- 2 min read
Image Credit: @hopehealingarts (on Instagram)
I started this year intent on sharing more of what I write, but it's been so hard. I find myself (mostly) diverting from the things I really want to share/feel the need to share to sharing things that feel easy and comfortable.
The last couple of days, I've come across a lot of posts that have to do with “offering to the world” from persons whose work and commitment I have come to appreciate, and every time I've felt something within myself; this deep gut feeling that keeps telling me the time is now and that there is no need to hold back so much. But still, that doesn't change the fact that I have been scared or that I am still scared. It has been an overwhelmingly emotional time for me.
As someone whose identity is so deeply rooted in self and purpose, all my life, I've hoped for the grace and courage to be able to freely share what I've always believed is my gift, my calling, my offering to the world. My writing and my heart are my offerings to the world and I never cease to hope that I can freely share myself; that I can truly, without fear, and in all honesty let you see me.
For the entirety of my life, “I've been in the mood to reach into my heart for my offering to the world”. For the entirety of my life, I’ve reached inside and pulled out my offering. But for the entirety of my life, I have failed at honestly sharing my offering with you all. Every day I ask myself to. Most days, I'm scared I'll never be able to. And most days I wonder if I should continue to ask of my life what it keeps trying to teach me it cannot give. Today, I'm still as hopeful as ever that I am wrong and this is something my life can give, that I can give. That this offering is something I can bravely and in all honest truth share with you. That I can let you see me and my heart through these words I have always been filled with, that I am daily filled with. I hope I can let you see me.
Thanks for reading. I appreciate your heart and time.
Love always, Tea
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Your heart and writings are yours to give, whenever you feel most ready. Be easy on you. ❤️
this is so beautiful and vulnerable. I loved reading it. and I want you to know that I don't have any expectations for your writings. Without any judgment, I will always receive what you write, what you give. so I hope that with time you can give freely what your heart is telling you.