I am making a change in my life. It’s sort of huge. I can’t yet tell you what it is or what it will even end up being, really. Mostly because I don’t want to jinx anything. I’m selectively superstitious.
I can tell you that I am wigging out. I am half excited, half scared out of my freaking not-on-purpose ombre-colored head.
Mostly what I’m scared about is “the unknown.” I dread “the unknown.” You just, you know, never know! Sometimes, “the unknown” is as simple as driving directions — and not knowing where I’m going scares the crap out of me. So you can imagine how I am feeling about a “life change” (no, I’m not becoming a man; what is wrong with you?).
While I am making this change, there has been one constant: exercise. Last night, instead of facing some things I had to do for my life-changing process (and the dirty dishes), I rode my bike for an hour. Be productive while avoiding your fears, that’s what I always say.