I’m Afraid to Try Again

A pinky-swear for the ones who keep beginning again

---

I’m afraid to try again.

I’m afraid to ask you for money.
I’m afraid to start climbing the hill of creative expression again.
I’m afraid to promise things... and fall short of delivering.
I’m afraid it will go as every other time has gone … a burst of life, expression, enthusiasm… that eventually flames out.

The irony is:

I feel more whole than I have ever felt.
I am more confident in my inner knowing.
I am rock solid in my belief that I am backed by the ENTIRE UNIVERSE.
I am fearless in knowing I have something to offer, something real, something in service, for those who are a match for what it is.

So, why the fear?

Maybe it’s not a big deal.
Maybe there’s value in the little wave that is my life’s coming and going.
Maybe you ebb and flow as well — and maybe, miraculously, our tides have (mostly, or entirely!) been aligned.

Maybe my fear is simply because it matters deeply to me.

What I know to be fundamentally true is this: