Last month, I met one of my edges.
I stood under the warm Bali night sky, the air thick with humidity and my anticipation – just before stepping up to speak on stage.
It wasn’t a big, perfectly lit stage. It was intimate, real, and human – there were about 70 people in the audience. There was a crew of super-inspiring people in the room, but it was a space that calls for truth, not polish.
And as I began to share, I could feel my heart racing, not from fear, but from the magnitude of what wanted to come through. That edge between ‘who I’ve been’ and ‘who I’m becoming.’
Every time we stretch into something new – a project, a conversation, a next level of visibility – there’s that whisper of:
“Who am I to do this?”
“Am I ready?”
But the moment I stopped trying to speak well and simply let myself be seen, my body relaxed. My energy expanded. That’s when the words began flowing from somewhere deeper – somewhere true.
I had five minutes to hit the mark with my intention: get people into their hearts and embody a feeling of inner liberation. To do that – I shared something I’d never spoken about in public – a reconciliation moment with my father after years of resentment and feeling unmet and unseen by him.
It was exactly the topic I did NOT want to talk about.
It was raw and real and made me cry nearly every time I told it.
And funnily enough, when I spoke the story live in front of a room full of strangers (and a few beloved cheerleaders in the front row ;)), I was the only one who didn’t cry.
When I walked off the stage after a standing O, I felt relief at making it through what felt like a portal of initiation – but my inner critic voice was nattering away, bleating about how I was probably mediocre at best.
But when I saw the co-host come up to un-mike me, and she was wiping away tears, I let myself be in the fullllll accomplishment of it.
And feedback from the crowd of people that came up to me afterwards (with tears in their eyes) was just as gratifying, and so worth the tension and sensitivity I’d been feeling in the days preceding this moment. (When many times I just wanted to pull the plug, run away and hide.)
It reminded me of what I shared in my latest youtube video – that being deeply sensitive isn’t a weakness, it’s a superpower.
For so many of us who feel everything, our evolution begins when we stop fighting that sensitivity and start leading with it.
Watch it here:Empaths Aren’t Cursed — They’re Superheroes. Activate Now.