You’re terrified. Everything you know, all of the constructs and the habits and the accept

You’re terrified. Everything you know, all of the constructs and the habits and the accepted practices, all of that is not only under threat but already under siege. It’s done. It doesn’t have the defences to outlast this onslaught, without buckling, folding in itself, and battering into some sort of completely new shape. Change is scary, you know this much. So you’re terrified. You’ve got every right to be.  But you’re not a deer in the headlights. You’re not getting hit by the truck, and you’re not powerless to do anything to stop it. I’m no Medusa, and you’re not even a wily Perseus with a shiny shield. You’re here because you want to be, and that tug at your heartstrings is playing a merry tune. That pull is a primal thing, and that’s the only reason you’re here, why you’ve even thrown yourself onto the road in the first place.  You’re submissive. That’s why you’re here. And that thought terrifies you, it really does. It’s something other, yet so intrinsically a core part of you that you feel an alien in your own body, only it’s everything that's not submissive that feels wrong, and foreign. You want this, you want me, but you’re not without reservation. But you’ve got the courage to step forwards, and the courage to surrender, which means you’re bigger than your fears.  To do nothing would be easy. Safe. You’ve had enough of that brand of safe.  -- source link

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