It's risky, following the energy out of the comfortable zone.
Inside a turtle's shell seems the perfect place to dream and imagine. It's also a good place to lick wounds. So many decisions, so much work, too challenging. Always on the edge of barely knowing.
The part that believes I'm not good enough, not smart enough, not brave enough, not enough whispers how easy it would be just to stop...
Safety becomes confining. Life pulses minus one.
Still... the shell is protective and cool and all mine.
So tell me. Have you put yourself out there for your writing today? Take any risks?