It doesn’t interest me that you forgot your sport coat.
I want to see you own every bit of who you are and forget yourself in the moments you express yourself fully without apology.
It doesn’t interest me that you just made a mistake.
I want to hear what you have to say because the road you travel intersects with mine and may sustain me on my trip to the unknown.
It doesn’t interest me to know you are an expert.
I want to know what all of the learning means to you and that it reached your core to come out full of richness only you can extend.
It doesn’t interest me that you are scared.
I want to see you be brave because you have something to share that’s bigger than you. Something that won’t merely settle deep inside of you, but longs to surface at the risk of all the judgement you can’t possibly endure.
It doesn’t interest me that you’re rough around the edges.
I want to see you come alive in your beautiful unique way and in doing so will exquisitely give me permission to do the same.
It doesn’t interest me that you’re technically nailing it.
I want to feel your passion reach inside of me where I can experience its full nature and for a brief time connect with you in another dimension, deeply, as if our spirits know each other.
It doesn’t interest me that you can hold your own under pressure.
I want to know you are real and true and that you stand tall in all that you stand for now and into the future. I want to see you allow what’s true for you to surface and breathe life into it until it lands delicately on me.
Written by Sara Krisher, inspired by “The Invitation” by Moriah Mountain Dreamer.