The space between the now and where I want to be can be easily terrifying. I can allow myself to freak out about the unknown and dwell on the assumptions until it becomes my reality.

I could question my worth and maybe even downward-spiral into my own pity pit and make a home there. Cowering in my own habits. Choking on my own poison.

I can drown in the concept of fear instead of utilizing that energy as an inspiration.

To feel in control of one's own life could potentially feel like too much power. So much of an impact that the mere thought of it could be either enticing or capable of shaking the world. Or maybe possessing that responsibility of being a part of the change prevents one from making any moves at all because they are so afraid of participating.

Participating, as in leaving the comfort zone. Crossing over the line by which we all carefully created over the years.

Is it really true that we each possess the power to sculpt our journeys? And if that were the case, which it most likely is, shouldn't we just relax and enjoy the ride?

The space between the now and where I want to be can be easily invigorating as well. I can allow myself to get excited about new territories.

I can reassure myself that I'm doing everything that I need to do by surrounding myself with bold people, those who don't fear the unknown as much or at all.

I know in my heart that I am fully capable of doing the things that I want to do, but when the time comes to make a move, I do find myself teeter-tottering back and forth to what should and shouldn't be. I feel like the power that lies in my hands starts to burn up. How could I hold so much potential, but yet shrivel at the thought of it?

The answer must be… balance! We can't be brave without at least the smallest amount of fear. If the change doesn't make you nervous and eager, are you really making your way to the unknown?