I set myself a goal last year. A goal of typing a minimum of 300 words a day, every day, for a year. Most of the days, I'd sit there and stare at the blank page, telling myself, "It's only 300 words, it’s fine..."
Trapped. How many of us feel it? How many of us focus on anything, but what is holding us in place? How many of us feel the grasping tendrils and thorns of fear tearing at our ankles…then consciously decide to turn a blind eye because it’s easier to take the known pain than the unknown risk?