I’ve never been one to “roll.” I’m a charger. I charge. Take things head on. WRASSLIN’. It seems I’ve slumped into a fear-based pattern of tackling only the familiar. One more cage to break. I’ll watch some bars fall, but I’m not sure how. That’s the catch. My lack of certainty, as a highly analytical mind, is spinning me back around once I reach the “latch” or the “bars” which I’m to break out from. Change is a comin’. I need it. My blood needs it. I’m roiling in my skin. Itching.
What do you say?