Fear

I happen to think of myself as fearless. I am up for any adventure, rarely shy, always looking for new experiences. 

It is interesting however, that there is one avenue which has for the last couple of years gripped me with fear. It is something which I enjoy, something which I think I am good at, and something that I list on my resume as a passion.

Yet, it is something I do not do. It is to write.

I have a number of hypotheses about why that is the case, ranging from the mundane, that I am lazy, to psycho-babble, that I am too worried about how well I write, to write. 

Regardless, having a daughter has been one of those experiences that seems to have re-kindled the urge to write, so here's to ripping the bandaid.