Was I rushing? I often asked myself. And if so, what was my hurry? Truthfully, I wasn’t rushing, I was just scared. Terrified I was going to crash and burn and look stupid for trying to do what I loved. Worried that I was going to be broke and struggling, which I couldn’t afford to be. What if I failed? What if my mom was right, and this dream I had was selfish and impractical?
