Commit.

Each moment, I have a choice.  I have a choice to say yes or to say no.

There is no maybe since that's still a choice, a choice to delay, a choice to say no, only more softly, maybe without hurting anyone in the process.

I am dazzled by the many choices around me - the choice to do good, to do nothing, to do something, to do a dance around all of these  possibilities.

I don't know what's going to happen next, but I've made the choice to choose.  I've made the choice to choose to say what I feel, what I mean, and what I want.  And that choice feels pretty good.

I may not be heard.
I may not be understood.
But I choose to yell, even if no one can hear it.
Because it's not in the sound that I make where I become whole.
It's in the commitment to whisper, to scream, or to cry until the truth echoes off the walls of my heart.  And I can recognize myself as my true authority, my true me, the wild Iris I have become.  And have always been.