It was 2004, New Year’s morning. I awoke to warm tears racing back towards my ears and onto my pillow. I laid in my bed staring up at the ceiling knowing it would soon be one year since my Grandma passed. I was still grieving. I managed to get out of bed and into the shower, only to find myself weeping louder. Through my tears I mumbled, “I miss my Grandma.” As if in a movie I heard a voice say, “Do something about it.” I opened the shower door to look around. No one there but me, myself, and I.

 
Later that week while driving home from work, I was listening to the radio. There was a conversation going on between two individuals. During the conversation I heard, “Do something about it. There it goes again…twice within one week.” I said out loud. This time I knew those words were not a coincidence or accident.

That evening I prayed and asked GOD what was it He was telling me. Not long after praying, the answer came. My Grandma’s memory and legacy were connected to the many recipes she taught me. Although I love to eat food, I was not thrilled about leaving my job to make a career out of cooking and baking. I allowed fear (the root of head-clutter) to attach itself to my future, and I did not realize or recognize it. Fear almost won, but instead I leaped and learned how to fly on the way down. What is in your life that’s waiting to exist, but fear has you hostage?