So I haven't been outside my comfort zone for a long time now, and it's refreshingly unnerving to feel vulnerable and scared. It makes one a much better person to know thir own shortcomings, yes? Improvement is (much) needed, and I'm quite excited (if only my obsessed self would stop replaying that awful audition in my head) to get out there again and do things. But now my muscles ache, and I shall hold the impulsive monster lest she runs out and buys a pair of rollerblades.
I wish the same for my dear sister.
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