It's scary and filled with joy and pain. Creepy crawly things I now have to man up and try to stomp upon myself. Well, that's a lie. I gently redirect creepy crawlies to the door. Have to get them safely home to their mamas, after all.
It's filled with decisions that I have to make alone.
It's filled with soft places to catch me when I fall.
It's bright and sharp and sometimes it really hurts.