there is a road between bright white light of sky with endless possibilities and dark solid ground, where it’s safe. familiar. That road between wanting to share and needing to go alone. It’s the same road that lies between knowing I can do it and being lost and somewhat helpless. It’s being scared but exhilarated. Sure of some things and uncertain. Going slow, but with no time to waste. It’s a road of trust and faith. And resting and moving forward with both. Anyway, it’s a road. And I seem to be on it.