The bigness found in being small

Have you ever feared that you are not living up to your own expectations of yourself? Not being all you can be? Waiting for that right moment instead of creating the right moment at THIS moment? Things have been changing a lot for me lately… and this time around I shall really try to continue on my journey, no matter what.. (that is scary)

Scott had another crazy dream, and he sent the following poem to me yesterday:

Person so shy and small
Hoping you were bold and tall
You hesitate all sensitive
Waiting for a chance to live

You can be a guiding star
If you make the most of who you are
And the sensitivity
That you are now ashamed to see
Can be developed even more
So you can find the hidden doors
To places you never been before
And the pride you’ll feel inside
It’s not the kind that makes you fall
It’s the kind that recognizes
The bigness found in being small

I have butterflies in my stomach as I recall taking this picture last week. Lying down, looking up into the sky, day dreaming, wondering, waiting, wanting to crawl up that building to reach and feel the blue.