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Shells.

Shells are beautiful things, capturing such vast identity; and there are never two the same. Shells used to protect and find a safe haven are precious.

We all have them – not in the way of a turtle or snail – but we all have a persona we crawl into for comfort when our surroundings are unknown or uncomfortable…

I did that today, slinked into my shell. Sheltered the side of me that pleaded to be free. To dance. To simply be.

Why must I do that?

Why do I do that?

Probably because I like to feel safe. I’m comfy, snug, content behind this wall I’ve built. I’m guarded. But to sneak, slope, into my shell isn’t the right direction for growth or adventure or experience. Hiding doesn’t allow our inner flames to ignite. And that’s what we’re here for, to learn, develop, share.

Shells are beautiful things, but I allow myself to conform and hide in mine. I don’t mean to; I just do…

XO_RR


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