For nearly a year, I have been nearly paralyzed by fear of a certain action—and so I have defaulted to inaction. I am afraid that acting will mean losing something that I cannot get back. The kicker is that I’m not sure I even want this thing. I’m here at the start of a new year, trying to find my way through—and I really don’t know what the right move is.
As I look back over my life, though, I see a pattern—and that is of staying put when I really ought to have moved on, of favoring certainty and stability even if it leaves me in situations that might not be right. And I want to move on from that pattern, but then I find myself thinking that maybe it has served me quite well. After all, I’m quite happy with my life on the whole.
As the new year begins, I will be looking for the courage to take bolder steps and create a new reality. I’m tired of tiptoeing and ready to run free.
Hope Runs On 