...or just indecisive.
This is a courtesy to you and a reminder to myself. I am a deliberate person. My trepidation is a chosen action. I choose reluctance over ambition.
Why?
Because I'm afraid. Because I'm hurt. Because I really like the paint color, the framed pictures, and the flicker of the candles against the walls I built all by myself. It took me a long time to build them so high, I couldn't have done it without some things that I borrowed.
Maybe tomorrow I'll be brave. Maybe I'll wake up with excitement and anticipation. I'll finally feel the motivation to step outside my cozy home.
...or maybe I'll peek through my window for a little while longer; waiting for the confident one to drop his charade, the charmer to trip over his own words, or the helpful one to bare his teeth.
You know, I didn't really build those walls all by myself. I got a lot of help and inspiration along the way.
Ironically, this was the facebook post I saved for myself today.
Good on ya, Mox.