I was venting a little bit earlier today. I said something about needing to start getting myself together because I'm a flurry of go-go-go. I told him that sometimes I fear 'the other side of the fence' more than I do trying to do it all. That's not actually true. I don't fear the other side of the fence much at all. Those around me do. Seems like most people I know do, but I don't.
I've never been afraid to jump. It's in my nature. I jump into the pool and hope it fills before I hit the bottom. It's how I learned not to put aluminum in the microwave, how I learned that staples really can go through skin, and the reason I am as stubborn as the day is long; because when I jump, I also commit.
So where is this new fear of letting go come from? Maybe I listen too hard to those around me; making their thoughts mine. Maybe I'm actually becoming an adult. Maybe, maybe, maybe...sigh...too many maybes.
I just need to get my butt off the fence and slip onto the other side. Someday.
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