Well, I don’t know if you are here, but I am here and I want to be there ”where the magic happens”. So here, I go. Yet, I am held at the border by my fears and insecurities. I stand at the line, with two parts of myself moving opposite directions. One half of me, with arms thrown out, yells at the top of her lungs, “We are here!” and is exalted one foot extended across the line, the other half of me rubs her hands together and looks over her shoulder saying nothing, but wondering if we shouldn’t just turn around an go back.
I am tired of being fearful. I am exhausted by my insecurities. I am tired of trying to fit the mold, of worrying over what other people will say or think, of keeping up with what is trendy. I’m not terribly good at it, and my energy is better spent elsewhere. We have made so many changes in the past year in our family life, each a step closer to where we want to be. And each is a step farther from our comfort zone and closer to the place where the magic happens.
You are here.
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