Fear, Doubt, and a Blank Page

Because every path worth taking begins with uncertainty

Walking Path in Marin, CA

I’m scared.

There it is.

My first Substack post.

An admission.

Not exactly the triumphant opening I imagined, but here we are.

I’ve stared at this blank page long enough to start seeing patterns in the pixels, like some kind of existential autostereogram. Maybe I was hoping the words would arrange themselves, but no — turns out, they…