I stand at the crossroads.
Behind me is all that is safe and secure and what keeps me stuck in the same old patterns of behaving and acting. Before me is a dimly glimpsed road of what may be if I dare to cross, some good, some bad.
The fear is in crossing the street, of letting go of the known and walking into the unknown. I get closer and closer to crossing that street, but fear causes my feet to drag and for each two hesitant steps forward that I take, I stumble back one and feel like I have lost a mile.