It isn’t laziness. It isn’t procrastination or a lack of clear ideas. It is fear.

Best face it direct. Best call it by name.

Fear steals days, then months, then years.

Fear keeps me sitting in the place where I do not belong.

Fear keeps me small, uncomfortable, frustrated.

And there is only one way out of this. The only way out is through.

There is mercy for when you are brave. There is reward for when you persist.

First the words. Then the sentence. Until a paragraph. Then another. And another.