I’ve been scared lately.
Scared of what I could be, if I wasn’t afraid.
I feel a source within me, that knows when it is free it will be powerful. It will be an influencer. It will make an impact. Knowing, this isn’t the source of my fear. Not knowing what’s on the other side, that’s my fear.
Who is she? Why does she want to break free so strongly and what does she want to make of me? What’s the message she wants to share?
Then, I get excited for the possibility of what it could be. The fear suddenly shifts into a fear that whatever “it” is won’t ever materialize. That possibility makes me sad. Oh, “it”, whatever “it” is, it’s going to happen. My bones tell me so.