Like a little kid afraid of the dark, you find yourself again and again.
Now you are older and the monsters are different each time. They change. They are bigger now. They look like failure, worry, doubt and insecurity.
So just like the little kid you were, you leave the door open just enough for a beam of light to make it through; just a crack. Just enough so that you can hear papa’s voice whispering: “everything is going to be ok.”