I have a problem, and it feels daunting and bordering insurmountable.

Over a year ago, I sat down, wanting to build and ship something of value. Make a dent. For my family, for the world, for me. Not because of recognition but because I love the idea of achieving financial freedom through providing enough meaningful value. The expectations I have for myself are sky high. The same expectations has always pushed me to do more, better, and greater than most. After getting kids, most people become increasingly risk averse, and I'm no different.

Not sure where this is all leading, but right now, I'm in a melting pot of fearing to ship something, struggling to wrap up things so it becomes shippable, and fearing none of it will ever work. I know my inner curiousity and lack of singular focus is one of my banes' and I need to find a way through. Otherwise my biggest fear will eventually become true; That I one day will meet the creator and they'll show me what I could have become if only I dared to enter the arena fully.

For a long time, I've chosen comfort. The comfort of not shipping, risking rejection or failure. The comfort of believing, hoping, wishing a simpler path is around the corner. Slowly but surely, the truth will come out and it is: 
And there is no simple, easy path. There's only thoughtful, hard work, determination, and grit. I have had all of them - not right now, but before. Rising to the occasion once again, with stakes higher than ever, is what needs to happen, and so it begins.