Second thoughts always come too late.  They wrap around your gut like a tumour, stealing space

Second thoughts always come too late. 

They wrap around your gut like a tumour, stealing space and squeezing, until you try to pull away, back out and retreat. Fear wears you like a glove, works your mouth and makes you plead. Anxiety becomes you. But it’s too late for second thoughts. It was always too late, the instant you had the first. 

It’s your uncertainty that drives it, the fact that you're unsure about all of this. It’s uncharted territory, and you’re missing dry land, but we’re not here because we wanted to be safe. We’re here because you want to be here, just as much as you don’t. Your first thought was the right one, and any you have thereafter are just your body scared of what you might do to it. What I might do to it. 

We’re going to explore, you and I. We’re going to write some maps, and define some new territory. I’m going to flood your mind with thoughts, good ones, bad ones, desperate ones, and the kind that you wouldn’t even tell me if I asked you especially nicely. So let’s not worry about your anxiety. Forget about your uncertainty.

Embrace the unknown, and come over here.