This is a line drawing of a man casually leaning against a wall. His hands are tucked into the pockets of his pants. Legs are crossed at the ankles, with the right foot standing toe-up in front of the left foot, which is planted flat. The man is wearing a cardigan sweater over a collared shirt. The sweater is open. His faceless head is cocked to the left.

Lean into it

Remember when I said no more playing small

Let’s talk about something similar: leaning into life.

When was the last time you gave one hundred percent one hundred percent of the time?

When was the last time you leaned into it?

We hold back, I think. As if we’re afraid to have fun, fully.

As if enjoying ourselves leads to some kind of karmic redemption—the other shoe always drops.

Doesn’t matter what it is. A hobby, a personal goal, work. Maybe love

We all have our reasons. Be it fear of failure or ridicule, lack of skill or support.

We feel vulnerable. What if I suck? What if it’s a waste of time? 

What if that misses the point?

Don’t limit the joy you get out of the ride.

Not everything is about being the best. Not everything is about success.

It’s okay to lean in for the fun of it.

Because you want to, it fills your cup. Because it helps when life gets heavy.

Because the more you lean into life, the more life leans into you.

There are three pencils, each with a broken tip.

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