I have been doing a lot of things lately that scare me.

Like really scare me.

Like belly rumbling. Palms sweating. Doubts overwhelming my brain.

Little leaps really, but scarey none the less.

And I think by continually doing these scary, overwhelming, somewhat risky things, I am learning to thrive off of that feeling of fear.

Not the “throw yourself from an airplane” kind of fear.

More the push your limits in terms of personal skills and abilities kind of fear.

The putting yourself out there, soul bared, for the world to see kind.

The “who am I to do this” kind of fear.

And it works. It works for me, it pushes my expectations of myself, and it lands opportunities in my lap.

See, I think for my whole life, every day, ever experience, every confrontation, has been building and creating this thing inside of me.

And this thing, even though it still has fear around putting itself out there, will become present, and in doing so, will be successful.

So, the next time you wish you could . . . stop wishing, and do it.

There is no time for waiting . . . you were made for this.