The realization had just hit me. I had committed myself. I had committed myself to leaving the safety of my inner world where I controlled things. Where I hid myself from exposing myself inner self and feelings.
I could do what I always did. I could run. I could run and never come back. No one would notice. I would just be a brief whisp of a comment that disappeared into the night. A thought that never happened.
But. It’s an interesting word, “but.” It can pull you back from the abyss, from making a wrong choice. And there it stood, taunting me. “But, what if?”
That phrase haunted me the next day, “but, what if?” There was something pulling, tugging at me to leave my little safety zone. It was like a little voice whispering, “Take the risk. What could happen?”
“Take the risk.”
Do I dare?
Diana G Rockwell
February 5, 2023 @ 10:30 am
You have drawn me in; I am committed to reading your thoughts. I like you, pondered, running but yet the keyboard calls me there are words in my heart that have to come out. Thank you for your compelling beginning. Blessings Diana
February 5, 2023 @ 2:33 pm
It’s always frightening to step outside of one’s comfort zone!
February 5, 2023 @ 6:54 pm
Taking the risk is harder for some of us than others (it’s hard for me!). Did you dare?
February 6, 2023 @ 2:32 pm
Great post. Short but thought-provoking. Hmmm, I wonder, am I always ready to “take the risk” when out of my comfort zone? It can be hard, but with God’s help, taking the risk He calls us to is better than not doing so. Blessings to you, Greg. Visiting from #write28days.