Pause

I haven’t forgotten about this. The words and ideas are still there, I just haven’t been letting them out. They hang in the balance as my fear plays tug-o-war with my heart. It’s hard to let your passions experience a taste of reality- inevitably you will yearn for more. But how much more if this reality is there before I reach disappointment? If I keep moving forward, I’ll move away from denial and have to admit that a part of me wants this. Badly. And once it’s out there… well, there’s no going back.

So I’m on pause.

Figuring out if I want it badly enough to risk losing it.

Or, more importantly, to risk actually getting it.