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In a forest far, far away there was a pond, with water as clear as the sunny sky. On its edge lived a teeny-tiny frog whose name was Wallace.  Wallace loved to jump, and jump, and jump at the edge of the pond, but he never once jumped into the pond.  The other frogs on the pond would tease him, Wallace, Wallace come into the water and dance Else we'll come over and chase you with a pan! Wallace, Wallace come into the water and prance Else we'll come over and chase you till you run! Wallace would just look at the other little green frogs swimming on the pond. And then he'll shrug his little green shoulder and jump and jump and jump on the edge of the pond until he grows tired and can't jump any more. You see, Wallace had a little secret, he didn't know how to swim. But he was afraid to ask someone to teach him how. And he was more afraid that someone would find out that he can't swim. So instead, he just ignored the other little green f...

A small step to conquer my fear of commitment, a giant leap for my writer spirit. Photo by  Kaboompics  at  Pexels I want to write a blog, no I don´t want to take the risk.  That has been my motto for pretty much everything in my life. Too chicken to dive into the water, always dipping my toe just a tad to see how things will go.  Do you sometimes feel the same way too?  That moment when you are faced with crossroads that could possibly change your life, and you fail to act because you are simply petrified about making any decision?  Welcome to my world. I have had moments when I did jump, but it was never without much thought first. I always need to weigh the pros and cons, see a projected future in my mind, like a movie playing the possible scenarios of my possible future.  Much of the decisions I made, I think turned out well.  Which is why, it´s a mystery why it has taken me this long to finally jump into taking my blogging seriously....