I am often anxious about doing the unfamiliar and yet I
force myself to do it all the time. My
comfort level would be much more even and, well comfortable, if I stopped doing
that, but that makes me more anxious than the other!
To stop pushing myself into new frontiers might mean I was
becoming old or falling back into ways I have seen others use and I don’t like
the way it affects their lives.
It might mean settling rather than choosing and to choose to
settle sounds like the worst choice of all to me.
Settling sounds like a house slowly sinking into the
ground. The mud comes up around it
sucking out the light in first the basement windows and then who knows where?
I would prefer to soar until the day the sun melts my wings
and I plummet gracefully and finally into the light.
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