Sunday afternoon I got on stage with a guitar, shaking hands, missed every chord, and had no business being up there.

I did it anyway.

This is my after-action report. What it took to say yes, how a book my daughter grabbed at a secondhand shop changed how I thought about fear, and what happened when my girls walked on stage beside me and for the first time in a while I felt full.

One question I'm leaving you with: who in your life is holding up a mirror to the parts of you that you're trying to hide?