Every few months, I ask someone to take a video of me playing.
Just so I can hear what I sound like for purely professional reasons.
And also, to see if I’m still doing that weird thing with my face.
Again, for professional reasons.
This week, I was told my phone could not take any more video because it was already at capacity.
When I scrolled through the camera roll, what I saw was image after image (dutifully taken every Saturday) of myself standing before a full-length mirror, in my underwear, doing the four mandatory physique competition poses: front, right side profile, back, left side profile.
The lesson here for me is abundantly clear.
I literally could not hear myself or see myself because I was so full of myself.
I select all my pictures and hit delete.
I am ready to be filled once again with possibility and opportunity; hope and joy; love and kindness.
And, to pour out the same.