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I am worried.

What if I change?
What if what I become is worse than what I am?

What if it is better?

What if I revert back to what I am?

What if?

There was a time when "what if" didn't rule me.
I paid for it. I still pay for it.

I have controlled my environment so that the outcome was known from jump.
The outcome has been unsatisfying, but familiar.

Part of me is comforted by the familiar.
A growing part of me yearns for the mystery of what might be.

Am I strong enough to strike out from my comfortable prison?
Am I strong enough to fail?
Am I strong enough to succeed?

Can I set out, knowing that I might not return to everything I have known, for the chance of something better?