Being Audacious: it's an inside out job

by Kayce Stevens Hughlett

I would apologize for the profanity in this piece, but then again my word for the year is AUDACIOUS.

It is both terrifying and exhilarating to be f*cking audacious. To write words in the clouds that others are afraid to speak. To say F.U. to the people who call my story naïve or privileged or clueless. They might be right, but then again can they not imagine that we all have a beginning, middle, and end? And, baby, I’m not done yet!

I have to walk my own story. MY story which happens to be in a white body with resources. It will look different than a white story without resources or a black or brown story or or or … because it is my story. Mine. AND… there will be overlaps with other stories, because we all are on a journey. We journey in the bodies we’ve been born into, with the resources we have … with our naivete and our audaciousness. We are each unique and we are connected like threads in a great masterpiece.

When I consider the threads of my story, I see one that shimmers like a lifeline, like the aorta madly pumping lifeblood into the heart. It is AWAKENING. It begins with myself and moves outward on behalf of others (i.e., I have to go inside to reach outside). Like naptimes spent in Mrs. Peck’s gingerbread kindergarten, I wield a magic wand. The wand of stars and ribbons and glitter and joy that encourages sleeping ones to awaken.

I am a storyteller and receiver. I am a weaver of words and lives. I experience connection across time and space and color and gender. I rise from the center that resides in the heart of humanity. I am Audacious.

My hope and prayer is that we each be AUDACIOUS enough to listen and care for one another, the best wa we can, in this moment, today, right now. Care to join me?

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