At this particular moment, I am feeling the growing pains of My Rise.
This is the resistance, the old story, the usual triggers, the patterns of habit and small thoughts. This is the short-sighted notion that I should go back to playing little. That I should dial it all down. This is my bones and tissue saying "Ow, mama" as I rise into the expansion of myself.
My lungs have to learn how to breathe in this new air. My skin has to adapt to the temperature change. My eyes need to refocus over and over, until they figure out how to see in this atmosphere. All my senses have to adapt to the changes required for a rising.