With trembling fingers, feet firm and heart racing I turn the door knob that stands before me.
With trepidation running through my veins and fear, a cloak of darkness, behind me, I step forward through the open door.
Over the threshold.
The scenery is the same, the door is simply a door and a frame in the middle of a room.
Whether what is seen is unchanging, it does not matter.
It is in the unseen that the courageous act of stepping forward makes a difference.
It is in the unseen that the action matters.
For in the unseen, her shoulders are lighter and she can breath.
She is stepping into her full self.
A step that takes courage.
A step that needs to take place often.
Until the day she no longer takes one step but is instead walking, continuously in fullness of who she is.