What's the story you want to tell?
If you know the answer, that question is liberating. If you don't, you might as well ask:
What holds you hostage?
We don't always know the story coming through us. I certainly don't, at least. I might have an inkling of what I want to make, but have I lived enough to know exactly what I want to say? My experience has been that I find out what I want to say as I say it. I suppose that could seem irresponsible, reckless even. But it's the truth.
Do we have to be life experts to be artists? Can some of our fiercest work be a gigantic mistake? Can we seek enlightenment even as our mortal feet are tethered to the ground?
Do we have to see the next step to take it?
These are the ideas that stop me from making my biggest leaps. The fear of being seen as a pseudo-expert on topics I have no business experting in. The fear of making a statement I can't stand behind five years from now. The desire to seek a higher path, but knowing I am the picture of earthbound, small-minded, egotistical struggle.
My story holds me hostage.
But, for now at least, the chokehold she has around my throat is enough. At least I know she's there.