EVERYTHING YOU WANT
IS ON THE OTHER SIDE OF FEAR.
I've got some "scary" things coming up, one of which is moving houses. Granted, we're just moving down the road so most things will stay the same in terms of local restaurants and activities, etc.
But I'm still feeling this element of suspense, of excitement, of second (or third or fourth) chances to do something new, to do something different, to reinvent not only my space but also how I live in it.
I'm starting to imagine my fears - all of them! - as walls. Big, solid ones made of dusty red brick. Long, meandering ones made of stacked river rocks. Gray stone monstrosities covered with trailing vines and eye-blinding bursts of colorful flowers. But no matter what they look like, I still need to either climb over them, get around them or plow through them to get what I want, to live the life I want.
Let's do our best to not let fear stop us from . . . well, anything.