S is for

What would you do [if you weren’t scared]?

It’s something I ask myself.
When I feel stuck and stymied and stagnant.
(oooh, all those sssssses just make me feel slippery and yuck).

And when I do ask it, the answer [often] appears, magically.
The hard thing, though, is acting on it.
Because, of course, that’s why I wasn’t doing it in the first place.
Right?