A strange encounter on my way back from the library. Tall, blonde she is standing on the pavement outside a house as I approach. She asks me for a favour. She tells me she is locked outside her house and is trying to break a window and asks if I can do it. I tell her I am not breaking anyone's window and suggest she ask the elderly couple that is approaching who I assure her would be happy to oblige.
"You'll Never Feel READY to Walk Over"
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
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