As I hit the publish button on my first post, I was swallowed by fear. What if no one reads it? What if someone reads it? What if they roll their eyes and say, “Another website? Really?” I’m known to move from project to project without any of them really getting off the ground. What if they’re right? What if this never gets off the ground just like decades of past projects?

I sit here and I think. That’s not them talking. They’ve never said that to me. That’s the fear seeping into my very being. Crawling through my veins as if fear and I are one.

There’s something else inside of me though. It says, “Be bold. Be brave. Be you.” And so, my pen scribbles on, and my brave little finger clicks publish once more.