More and more, the part of us speaking and complaining, the part that demands it knows what’s going on and who is in control. More and more it proves not to be anything more than the wizard of oz, positioned behind a curtain, acting as though using a microphone justifies size but only an illusion of power. There is a song I was fearful of playing because it was hard and sometimes I could ruin the performance just by thinking of insecurities but after doing it 10,000 times, my body knows it too well to screw up or feed any of that fearful energy.