The changes are big, bigger than I even expected.
I’m left alone, and it makes me nervous.
Feeling crushingly overwhelmed, actually.
I don’t know this feeling, and I don’t particularly like it.
It’s not my friend. It doesn’t suit me.
I wear confidence and happiness much, much better.
It makes me want to run, straight into the arms of something to which I’m better suited and truly enjoy.
But if I ran, would I make it?
Could life as we know it survive, be ok, and even grow?
Or would we stumble, fall, and ultimately fail?
Do I have the courage to risk it?
I don’t think so. No, not yet.
Do I want to? Absolutely.
Someday.
But perhaps not now.
Perhaps now isn’t the time, but it’s out there.
Waiting for me someday. Someday hopefully soon.
Not hopefully – it will be. Soon.
I will make it so.
But not yet.
I want to run, but I must be smart.
Know what I have and be thankful I have it. For now.
An opportunity? I can’t see it as that yet, but maybe.
Don’t run.
But I still want to…