When I was in the fifth grade, I joined the gymnastics team.
The mean girls who didn’t make it made a point to tell me that the only reason I did, was because I could do a split.
But, I like to think I did a pretty bang up job on the balance beam too.
As I’ve grown, I’ve approached vulnerability much like tip-toeing on a balance beam.
I thrust myself onto it and take one step at a time, until I’m somewhere in the middle.
That’s the point where I start to question, I wonder if I’ll make it all the way across without stumbling,
my feet and hands begin to shake,
I hold my breath and contemplate jumping off before risking embarrassment or possible injury.