I was setting the wheels in motion, making brave decisions, not looking back. I was moving. People rarely integrate anything told to them by others, even those who pay dearly for the advice. It is the things given them by their own unconscious that make a lasting impression. And this happens with a dialog between conscious and unconscious, which takes place through the imagination.
Imagination is a surer route than dreams because the conscious mind is actively involved.
Our most primal fears are of the dark, of death, of being devoured, of meaninglessness, of lovelessness, of loss. If it feels safe it's probably not the right path, but if it scares you, it probably is. The degree of resistance, too, is probably proportionate to the amount of power waiting to be unleashed and the satisfaction to be experienced once the 'no' breaks through to 'yes' and the call is followed. I can only take care of myself, though I'm occasionally disgusted at my tendency to abandon even that responsibility, to ignore my own instincts in order to safeguard the approval of others. Which I imagine is essential to survival.