Friday, October 21, 2011

keep going

I’m afraid.

There’s a story in me that wants letting out. It’s a story that’s been growing for a long time. And now that I’m writing it down, I find myself afraid.

The story feels big. Really big. Too big for me.

I know that if I want it told, I’m going to have to push myself hard. And when I get to that place where I can’t go any further, to that line in the sand, or that fence at the edge, I’m going to have to step across the line, hop the fence, and keep going.

Keep going.

What if I can’t tell the story the way it deserves to be told?

That is what I’m most afraid of.

So right now, I need to be brave. It’s the only way to get the story out.