Stepping out onto the ledge dividing life and life unknown I stare in awe of the beauty of what’s ahead but still fear the possibility of the drop-off that my mind tells me is there The past should set me at ease but the tug of my desire to worry almost always wins out. Scared. Scared of losing. Scared of giving up. Scared of being engulfed by the unseen masses of people that might know what I do, and how. I desire more. I hold the...