I want to change. There are things I want to do . Things that I want to adjust and improve on but the thought of change is intimidating. Change feels like Everest. An immovable object with immeasurable weight. One that makes me want to cower behind self-doubt and countless excuses. I’m at the bottom, craning my neck to see the peak. Where I am right now is comfortable, easy and safe. I don’t want to risk that.

I need to change. I’m evolving. My curiosities are becoming stronger and my risk tolerance is increasing. I’m considering taking the first step. I’m starting to tell myself that it’s okay to make a big shift in my life. I’m exploring with intention. My adrenaline begins to build as I continue to climb. I panic and stumble backwards. Defeated. Helpless.

I’m changing. I’m changing and I don’t even realize it. Through exploration, discussions and small actions I’ve already taken steps to becoming who I want to be. I laugh. I didn’t need to make massive adjustments. Change happened by taking small steps consistently. I look behind me at all the elevation I’ve gained so far. Change. It started with a want, then motivated by a need and executed with consistent action.