I don’t know where I’m going.
I can see the road in front of me, but it’s covered in fog, twisting and turning out of sight.
Who will I be?
Should I even dare to hope that this fantasy in my head can be reality?
My world is constantly shifting and changing. The only thing that has ever been constant in my life is me, but won’t that change, too?
Do I even want it to?
I am terrified, I am anxious, I am ready.
I have always been ready.
No, I don’t know where I’m going. But I do know that I will be okay. Though this may be the calm before the storm, as I take the first step into the gray unknown, I am ready for what is to come.
It’s my turn to be brave.