Two years ago, I sat in my bedroom in our house in Cincinnati and started this blog. I had no idea what I was getting into, but I did know this:
- I wanted to write
- I was scared to death to do it
- I had a moment of courage and I capitalized on it.
I know this about myself: I get scared. Real scared. Almost paralyzed scared. Scared of judgment, scared of failure, and scared of what others will think. So scared that I won’t pursue what I want to do. Continue reading