Just say it.

There will always be someone who can say it better than you can.

Someone more polished, more attractive, more confident.

Someone with more experience, more influence. 

Someone who can sing it clearer.

There's always a good reason to shut up, sit back and stay small because there's always someone else. And meanwhile the world waits for the thing you were born to say. 

Perhaps it's time we say it. Do the thing, write the words, dance the dance, fight the fight. Build it, move it, ask it, make it. Perfection is a lie, and shinier isn't always better.  There's such beauty in the boldness of wobbly-kneed, heart pounding, dry throat movement.  

If the Spirit moves you, friend, may you be moved indeed. 

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