Doubt and the tenderness of vulnerability have plagued me for weeks while working hard for a goal I’ve dreamed of for decades. I rationalized for years why I couldn’t do this. And once I started the process, I’ve thought about throwing in the towel multiple times. I just didn’t realize until this week the real reason I wanted to quit was to avoid my feelings. Avoidance is sneaky. It would be so easy, and I can find plenty of justifiable excuses. In fact, not many would question my decision to give up.
But I’ve discovered I’m willing to fight through these feelings because I have my own voice now. I want to feed my soul and be who I am called to be.
