"I’ve been thinking.
Again.

That there’s this stillness just before everything changes.
It’s in this breath that I hold.
In the weightlessness of my hesitation.
On the faint edge of knowing.

It’s true—I am never really ready.
But my fear isn’t a stop sign.
It’s just another threshold.
Or so I tell myself before the leap.

And on the other side?
A faint regret of not doing it sooner.

Or at least, that’s how I feel.

Every time."