There is something cathartic about finishing what you have started and becoming everything you have ever wanted. Although it is not a natural position as I find myself every day with my hand on the mission abort button. Talking myself out of all that I love with the excuse of logic.

What if there was a parallel world in which we could exist? A place where all our dreams and imaginations could win. Where all the doubts step aside and we must believe. We do the work to build that reality and then look out on those open doors.

I am finding inch by inch I am staying the course. I still have that voice reminding me what happened last time. It did not work, but something in me remembers that this is all we’ve got. This day, this moment, and I am going to exist in this world that walks towards the next sliding door.