Fear. It is a fact of life. Everyone feels fear at some point in their lives. It isn’t the fact that we feel fear that is important. It’s the decisions we make while fearful that matter.

I have recently made a decision that fills me with fear to the point that I wake up from a dead sleep at 5 am just so I can obsess about it… thanks, brain.

I’ve always loved writing. Being a full-time writer is something I have dreamt and talked about doing for years, but always refrained from taking the plunge. A large part of that was ignorance, I had no solid plan or any idea of the steps needed to make that happen, but what I didn’t want to admit was that fear had any part in my decision.

In order to be a full-time (successful, let’s be honest no reason to do it if you aren’t aiming to be damn good at it) writer you have to live with fear. Fear of being too honest or perhaps not honest enough, fear of constant rejection, and my personal favorite, fear of failure.

Once I let myself see this truth I knew I needed to make a change. In order to do great things you have to take great risks. So that’s what I’m doing.

I have decided to move into an RV full-time in order to travel and focus on my writing.

My analytical brain is telling me this is absolutely ridiculous. There are little things like bills and taking care of my dog, I have to maintain my credit, eat everyday, bathe on occasion, wash my clothes, maybe see a doctor once in awhile. Just thinking about it causes the tension to creep into my shoulders and I start to sweat.

Ahh… hello, Fear.

It is up to each and every one of us to succeed or fail on our own. To discover the things that fill you with joy or let the weight of fear crush you… and I happen to think I would look awful if I were to be crushed.