beginning my journey

The time has almost arrived for my journey to begin. This journey that I have chosen to take, a journey to confront my fears, a journey that I hope will bring me some sense of empowerment and solace. It is this very journey that I have written about in recent days and weeks, and yet at the time I spoke of a figurative journey. Now, reality has instead presented a literal journey. And so I must embark upon it. Perhaps I could view this as a barrier, another obvious manifestation of my fears. I could choose to allow it to continue to paralyze me, to envelop me in the world of isolation that I have chosen as my comfort in past times. But that is not my choice. Not now, not today. The time has come. I have chosen to make this journey, to confront these fears. There really is no destination for this journey, as it will continue throughout the days and months and years to come. But it is a beginning. And without a beginning, a journey is not a journey.