Am I willing to adventure into the making, even if I might slip? Am I willing to make a mess? Am I willing to scratch out an idea when I’d rather be asleep? Am I willing to wake up and watch the snowfall instead of sleeping through it? Am I willing to say the brave thing that would be easier left unsaid, and remain accountable to it? Am I willing to take up space for the view? Am I willing to try to do the thing that scares me? And to commit, for the rest of my life, to the telling about it?