My heart beats so hard, and heat rushes over my skin as I realise I’ve gotta go deeper and shine brighter so people can feel me more.
I start to sweat, but I'm not running anywhere. I'm staring out of my living room, at the sky, feeling the absolute burn of fear melting the core of me.
Fear that I won’t be able to make my dream real. Fear that I won’t be able to survive if I ditch my soul and go back to corporate. Fear that I have nowhere to go but through. Fear that I’ll not be able to feed myself. Fear that if I give up, hundreds and thousands of souls won’t get to experience specifically what I can bring them. My unique offerings.