Fear is a quiet thief. It doesn’t scream. It whispers. “You’re not ready.” “You’ll fail.” “You’re too much — or not enough.” It holds our hand, not to comfort us, but to stop us. But what if you let go? What if today… you moved through the fear? Not after it disappears — but with it. Fear isn’t the enemy. Staying stuck is. Everything you dream of might be just on the other side. And fear is just...
If I wasn’t afraid… now what could I do?
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