I don't personify this, of course, because I push myself to do things I normally wouldn't do. I take chances and I wade through them for whether or not they feel right.
Perhaps that's why yesterday's home inspection and commitment to 30 years of mortgage plagued me. I will always have to pay to live, but it's the commitment word. I hate it. I prefer the role of a dandelion seed. Float and see where I go.
Hmmm. That's what got me to Connecticut in the first place.
Scarier than walking through a potential home with an inspector (and the price one pays to do such a thing), is the fact I left my laptop charger at the office. This created panic. Prayers needed to be made that the battery life would last for six hours while I finished looking over midterms, planned for a class I'm subbing in tomorrow, and distracted myself with word-searches and content-quests. Whenever I have a question about anything, I search for answers.
I can't say I do something scary everyday, but I do drive I-95 on most. I count that.
In truth, every move, every change, every decision is the potential for disaster or celebration. My optimism usually chooses hope. Perhaps that is scary to others.
So, I wonder what I will do today?
I know - throwback to a year ago and, once again, say,