“Stepping onto a brand-new path is difficult, but not more difficult than remaining in a situation, which is not nurturing to the whole woman.” ― Maya Angelou
I’ve been staring at it for a while. I start to move, I start to change things, and I freeze. I can feel where I think it should go, feel the desire to make the change, and then I hold my breath and freeze.
The point of this project, Dancing with Fireflies was to give an outlet for creative writing. But my interest in becoming a full time writer has grown and that desire to become more than a hobby blogger presses down on me daily.
I see the changes, the direction that I want to take it. I feel like I want to write more about traveling and living life beyond your 4 walls, learning how to fly, be brave enough to take your dreams of traveling, exploring amazing places, finding hidden gems, and living life as if you were dancing in the dark, letting your light shine.
Change is terrifying and wonderful, unavoidable and paralyzing. This change means more time traveling, often traveling alone and leaving home to explore. It means no longer making excuses about not having enough time to take a chance and just doing it for the sake of the experience.
I find myself siting here at the keyboard tapping my fingers with both excitement and nervous unrest.
What if I fail?
What if nobody ever reads my blog again?
What if I don’t know what the hell I am doing and I have… have what? Been brave? Been stronger than I give myself credit for? Had adventures that took me places that I can tell a story about? Then… really, what is so bad about that?
I want to keep my readers, write them stories. I still will. I will write them stories, and tell them about my adventures and thoughts. I will fly, be brave, and write about that too.
That’s alright, isn’t’ it?
So that’s where I am… making changes.