I used to love this kind of challenge, something that was new, exciting and in an entirely different element. An adventure of any kind used to excite and motivate me. Not now. As I type this, and it surprises the hell out of me, I am scared about the next couple of days. Leaving my daily schedule, and the environment I'm used to, and venture into the great unknown (a little dramatic, I realize). This is certainly not something I expected to happen, but I am becoming routenized to the point that straying from my routine causes a great deal of anxiety. Usually if I just go along, everything works out, and I end up being glad I did it. This, However, doesn't eliminate the fear I feel. This fear is beginning to keep me from wanting tpo stray too far from my "norm".
Thanks to Connie we still venture out. If not for her, I'd seldom leave the house. Eventually, even with her prodding, I'll probably become a "stick in the mud".
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