Things are moving and shaking. It's been interesting to say the least, terrifying at times to be honest. But the fear is starting to recede. It's such a conditioned response that I'm used to retreating when I get anxious and uncertain. But instead I'm trying some other things: talking to my brain, comforting it like it's a scared little bunny, yelling at it. I've peeled back a lot of layers when I really believed I'd excavated everything - and now I see I'd hardly scratched the surface. I have a long ways to go. But I'm feeling pretty good about my direction.