The pounding heart.
The jangling nerves.
The beads of sweat.
You know you are afraid because you’ve been staring at your screen for ten minutes, wondering whether or not you should post what you’ve written.
You know you are afraid because the voice in the back of your head is telling you how insignificant you are.
You know you are afraid because you’ve been here before – at the line between who you are and who you want to be.
There’s just one little problem: