Each one of these emotions deserves space to breathe, space to have a voice, space to be heard and seen.

We just kept right on running right beside it as we groaned, punched the air with our fists, and started laughing.

So I'm closing with this - I'm begging you to show up by being you. If you are down, say it. If you feel hopeless - express it. If you feel angry - get it out. Let

So I knew I was in for the wait. And in that wait, I knew I had choices to make.

We open our hands wide, and allow our hearts, our souls, our bodies to feel the pain. We assure ourselves that relief will come in the morning. And until then, we wait it out.

This week has been more of the same - sitting down on the couch, connecting, sharing our hearts. And it's been good. Deep, sacred, fully knowing one another.

For those of us {most of us} that didn't have this luxury, oh boy, does it ever feel as awkward as a middle school dance.

I was letting Jason completely and totally in. This is a big deal for a woman recovering from intimacy aversion. It's called being fully known.

I was afraid to be vulnerable. Afraid to disagree. Afraid of what Jason might think of me.