Committed.

All my stuff—my ideas, things I want to share and explore—is in the pack.

Gotta go where I’ve thrown it, on the other side of the river.

The River of Fear. Self-doubt. Disbelief. Naysaying.

Now I must find my way across the river

Myself

Without getting swept away and over the falls.

Brave the rapids. Find my footing or make my raft, get over it.

Pick up the project and keep walking, marching with it on dry land.

However hilly, rocky, slippery, snowy, or uncertain.

Or maybe I have help?

Am I really alone?

😏