Especially when you most need to hear it. 

It’s not fear of success. That’s not a real thing. 

It’s attachment to bullshit. It’s the desire to be a child with no responsibilities.

I have plans. Ambitions. But I won’t get there without work. And taking up responsibilities. And becoming truly my mature self.

It’s easier to run from these things, which I have been doing. Ducking, dodging, hiding.

It’s time to run toward the things I want, the things that scare me. The things that are bigger than me that I don’t know how to wrangle.

Yet.

I will learn. Surely I will stumble sometimes, but I will rise and try again.

I will put away childish things.

I will run this race.

And win.