i can feel both the relief of finally letting go of the need to be right and the old familiar clench of anxiety about what that makes me, doesn't make sense, but, maybe it does? the way my hands are still, palms down, almost like i'm testing the surface of something before i commit to putting all my weight on it. It's the tightrope walk of ego, isn't it? Knowing when to trust your gut versus when your gut is just your insecurity doing gymnastics again. For me, the hands-down feeling usually comes right before the fall, and that's information, too. Letting go of being 'right' feels like shedding a skin I didn't even realize was suffocating me. Except now I'm naked and exposed, and the wind feels colder than I expected it to.