Sometimes you find yourself at the start of the path you must walk. Tentative you glance around to check out another route, there isn’t one. There isn’t a different option, this is your journey and standing at this point where you can’t quite glimpse what awaits you, you stop and wonder, hoping and imagining that the next few steps will not bring the nagging fear at the back of your mind into a reality.

For whatever it is that lies there, the stark and cold truth is that there is no way out and you have to, you must take those steps. Those steps are part of your story. The pain a fire, that burns, raging through the dead leaves, the dry grass. Then abating and leaving behind the fresh shoots of hope, a new spring.

So many times, those fears, when you turn are not the snarling, angry, all consuming mess you are expecting..and sometimes..well..well.. sometimes..

they. just. are.