In my life there has been a recurring danger that I’ve lacked the courage to address, until recently. Within my passions, whether it be writing, art or business, I would arrive at an intersection. It was a peculiar place—a place where my desires and my feelings of inadequacy would collide. I’d stall there often. My growth halted. I’d sit there loathing this awkward standstill. The stutter in progress caused me frustration and doubt. Why? Why must I linger here?! Why don’t I take another route? Stupid intersection!