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?