Jump, baby: JUMP!

16419_1530434213866126_8935722866632973516_nTears are little drops of Ocean – did you know that? They clean, purify, erase and wash our sorrows like the salt our skin swallows during those warm Summer sunsets.

My book unedited manuscript remained untouched on my desk, its eyes likecrocodiles ready to eat me alive – it seemed like it would burn my fingers if I dared touching it.

Can I do this? Can I?
Can I close this door so completely that only the Unknown will remain? Quit now or make it happen for once, woman!

What are you afraid of? Your story? Your success? Your pain? Your courage? Your own Light?
Throwing away – once and for all – what once was and opening your arms to new territories? Is that what freaks you out?

What is keeping you from digging in and tasting the sweet flavour of accomplishment – what is it, damn it?

Terrified, like a child thrown in the dark room, I dared touching that manuscript only to find out my fingers didn´t get burnt and a farewell to my past was not the equivalent of losing myself.

As I walked in, the realization was clear: I CAN. Anything. Everything.

Foto: Tears are little drops of Ocean - did you know that? They clean, purify, erase and wash our sorrows like the salt our skin swallows during those warm Summer sunsets.

My book unedited manuscript remained untouched on my desk, its eyes like crocodiles ready to eat me alive - it seemed like it would burn my fingers if I dared touching it.

Can I do this? Can I? 
Can I close this door so completely that only the Unknown will remain? Quit now or make it happen for once, woman!

What are you afraid of? Your story? Your success? Your pain? Your courage? Your own Light? 
Throwing away - once and for all - what once was and opening your arms to new territories? Is that what freaks you out? 

What is keeping you from digging in and tasting the sweet flavour of accomplishment - what is it, damn it? 

Terrified, like a child thrown in the dark room, I dared touching that manuscript only to find out my fingers didn´t get burnt and a farewell to my past was not the equivalent of losing myself. 

As I walked in, the realization was clear: I CAN. Anything. Everything.

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