So.. I wrote this over a week ago, with the intent of posting it on this very blog:
"You know when you’re heart is beating so hard that you can feel the veins in your neck grotesquely pulsing, and just about every part of you is in pain as your stomach clenches nervously..? Yes. That.
By nature I am not a very brave person. I’m actually rather like the cowardly Lion. I’d rather hide behind the ginger kid, serving her up as a sacrificial lamb rather than face anything remotely scary head on.
To be fair, I’ve been told ginger kids are supposed to be sacrificial lambs.
Aha! Forgive me, I’ve just broken my fast, and my inner snark is itching to be released.
But to be serious..
I am rather cowardly."
To be fair the email may or may not change my life for the better, but still - it was only an email.
Change does terrify me though, which is weird.. Considering I moved a lot as a kid, and saying hello in front of a large classroom full of curious eyes happened at least once every three or so years. But it seems that along the way, the mere notion of change freezes me up.
It's one of those things I'm trying to deal with - wish me luck!
Knocking on doors shouldn't be too hard, right?