on leaving possibility

i'm terrified!!!!!!!

there's something seductive about living in possibility. in that space before manifestation, before the world weighs in, everything exists in a state of perfect potential –– i can speak of grand visions and feel their truth, completely untested by reality's friction. in possibility, every dream has already succeeded, every vision already transformed the world.

walking through fog without credentials or connections might seem scary, but it's also pure freedom - no predetermined path means you get to forge your own. there's a liberation in not having a reputation to maintain or expectations to meet. when you're building something entirely new, nobody can tell you you're doing it wrong because there's no template to compare it to.

however i've discovered something about why i hold onto possibility so tightly. it's not just about the freedom to dream - it's about protecting this space where both failure and success feel equally real, equally alive. in possibility, i can speak confidently of what will be, because it already is, in that liminal space between thought and matter.

the transition from possibility to reality isn't just a practical challenge - it's an emotional surrender. it means letting go of that perfect potential, allowing others to shape and interpret and influence (ugh). it means watching as pure vision encounters the world's resistance, as others bring their own meanings to what was once solely mine.

yet maybe there's something powerful in this surrender. maybe the real magic isn't just in what we imagine in that sacred space of potential - it's in what happens when we're brave enough to let it collide with reality. when we allow others to step into that fog with us, to help chart the course from possible to real.

in the end, there must be a surrender, a letting go of possibility's perfect potential to create reality. but what we gain in return is something i didn't expect: the world that once seemed terrible transforms into a place where new possibilities can be born - not just in thought, but in matter, in connection, in impact. the fog lifts not to reveal disappointment, but to show us how our dreams change both us and the world as they take form. and though we can't again live purely in possibility, we carry with us forever its greatest gift - the knowing that things don't have to stay as they are.