It is so often the next thing that gets in the way.
Not the declaration or the affirmation.
Not the liberation that comes with jumping off into the unknown
Not the delight in the feedback that follows when you share a piece of your world, a glimpse of your vulnerability, a slice of your humanity, a fragment of your dreams.
No, it is the next thing that’s the stumbling block: searching for the words, the actions, the evidence to match the grandeur of the leap.
Perhaps there’s nothing for it but to begin again,
clearing, jumping, falling every day,
breathing through the doubts of your own most tangled fears,
writing past the taunts of your own most fearsome critic,
knowing the next thing will always be the hardest part,
the biggest stumbling block,
trusting there is nothing for it but to keep on taking off another layer of the heart,
sharing another piece of your world,
a glimpse of your vulnerability,
a slice of your humanity,
a fragment of your dreams.