talk out loud i say, and the past few days it feels difficult to do. there is power in writing, and i often find myself jotting down phrases and fragments in my mind. to share them is more challenging and i emerge from a couple of hard conversations feeling tender and exposed and reluctant to click the publish button. as i learn how to listen to my insides on deeper levels, i know there will times of quietness and resistance, and so i say "ok" to failure, or at least the feeling of failure, and honor that as part of the journey.