After a tumultuous night, though it was clam outside, I got up 100% convinced I would not get on a plane today to Ohio.
And then I saw this:
And this:
And then I stepped onto my bathroom scale. While I’d like to say the barometric pressure was causing me to be heavier than normal, I think more than likely it’s the home made peanut butter ice cream. No regrets on that but still… worries.
I know I can make it to France if I stay here today. And yet, with the latest weather forecast, never that reliable and yet… and yet… I found myself wondering if I was making a decision out of fear. Too many times in my life I’ve opted to play it safe and not risk. Sometimes it’s paid off and sometimes I’ve missed out on something wonderful.
What if…
What if…
What if letting it go is the wrong answer?
What if the risk is worth it?
What if letting it go means actually going?
What am I doing?
As I sit here typing this, I’m not sure. I guess we’ll find out if I let it go or if I go.