Not Ready

I'm not ready. The boxes on the list are not checked off. There is no other content written. I don't even know what the next line will be.

But I am doing it anyway.

Fear has a way of keeping us within the checklist, contained among the four, crisp edges of the page. It restricts our movements to where other people will expect to find us. Fear keeps our lives small.

I. am. not. small!

So, fear, you have to leave. There is no longer any room for you in this growing soul. Aknowledging your role in making me who I am today, I bid you adieu. But I know there will be times I will miss you. I know that the comfort you provide when I want an excuse will be missed. But I will have to get used to living big and loving big in a place where your role is tiny.

I am bigger than my fear.

Although, this post is short, it is a huge step beyond fear. The first post is done. The blog has begun. My soul has been laid bare. And fear has been fired.