So, here’s the thing. I have been at my job for 15 years.  For 14 of them, I have enjoyed it – well, I have been raising kids, living life and doing what I thought needed to get done.  But, I have hit mid-life and something has changed, like deep down changed.  A few months ago, I realized I wanted to write.  Like, write for a living, like, take a chance on myself.  I feel this huge tug to try to make a shift in life, but that means losing my comfy cozy day job with the comfy benefits – you know pesky things like dental and vision and the ability to actually see a doctor if needed without having to sell a car to do so.  This has me absolutely panicked.  Panicking is not a good way to encourage bravery.  I know it’s time to make a change though and I am absolutely paralyzed.  On one hand, I am giddy with excitement at the thought of pursuing a childhood dream, on the other side, I have been doing everything for everyone else my whole life and I feel an obligation to continue doing so.  Who am I to pursue my dream?  That is for other people, people with clear talent.  Who says I am even any good?  Last time I wrote I was 14.  But I feel like it is now or never, you know?  Like if I don’t do it right now, some door will close and I will find myself swept up with life again and then full of regrets.  So I sit here, midway through life trying to figure it all out.