In the middle of a pandemic.

In the middle of a dream.

In the middle of a blog post, I learned I was afraid.

Afraid of failure.

In the middle out of a walk, I came to find what has helped me be less terrified.

I simply asked, “If I felt the fear and did it anyway, what’s the worst-case scenario?”

My self-destruction or my self-preservation?

Which is worse?

If it's my ego, then less is always more.

I'm always in the middle.

Of the ego battle.

In the middle.