I don’t even know if I should post about it, because… just because. But the timing of things – the serendipity, the rightness, the just… I dunno. I was asked to lead the small Sunday afternoon meeting today. Today was the first day I was ready to do that, because I didn’t desire it, and there it was. It wasn’t until I didn’t want that anymore. It was not until I could do it honestly – not for me, and not as public speaking, or not for making a statement, not for any reason other than I was asked – that I was asked to tell my story. And I did and it was flawed and unplanned and not at all about anything but my experience, strength and hope. I second guess not a single of word of it, and not because it was great or special, but because it wasn’t. I was asked, I said yes. I was told to talk for 10-15 minutes, I set my timer for 12, and finished with 20 seconds left, because I started getting choked up at the end towards the end of the “who I am today,” part and I didn’t want to cry.