There was blood on her face and a cut across her forehead.

A pro wrestler posted this photo after a match. She took a disgusting chair shot to the head.

I hearted the pic and stared in admiration.

Honestly? I thought she looked like a f**kin badass.

(scene from the match)

A few days later, I went for a run.

The image popped into my mind again.

I thought:

"I truly aspire to be that level of badass. Pro wrestlers are another level of fearless."

I've even joked to myself in the past:

"Maybe in my next life I'll be a pro wrestler."

It could never happen in this life.

I've got anxiety.

I fear getting hurt.

I fear heights.

I overthink everything.

Maybe next life, kid.

But it seems fun.

I love pro wrestling.

The creativity. The storytelling. The character work.

The incredible athleticism.

The fearlessness it takes to hit a moonsault off the top rope.

The boldness it takes to play a heel and have the crowd against you.

I wish I had the confidence.

Unshaken.

Unafraid.

Unapologetic.

I truly admire these people.

As I continued, something stirred within me.

I realized I don't just admire them because they're fearless.

They're a mirror.

I admire them because they reflect who I truly am at the core.

Not the anxious thoughts.

Not the fear.

Not the overthinking.

But the unchanging presence beneath it all.

The part of me that's steady. Eternal. Unphased. Untouched.

Some call it Source. Some call it Spirit. Some call it pure awareness.

Whatever you call it—it can't be hurt.

The untouched sky behind the storm.

Maybe that's what I see in them:

A remembrance of that part of me.

The part of me that knows I didn't come here to play it safe.

I came here to experience it all.

And maybe I am a pro wrestler in this life except building online is my arena.

Every time I hit publish on a piece I step into the ring.

Exposed. Vulnerable. Seen.

The crowd is watching.

What if they judge me?

What if they boo me?

Maybe it's time to embody the pro wrestler in me.

To stand confidently in who I am regardless of the crowd's reaction to me.

To hold my head up high even when the crowd doesn't pop.

To take the bumps and keep on moving.

To be all I came here to be.

Until next time, my friend.

—Priscilla [Player 2]

Face bloodied, spirit untouched.