Last weekend I took a leap of faith.
It's been eating at me all week long, and I've only just realised that the reason I'm edgy, and angry, and wanting to lash out, is because I've been feeling vulnerable and stupid.
There was something I was waiting to do — waiting for the right time, the right moment. There were good reasons to wait, every reason to wait and none not to, and I'd promised myself I would do just that.
But last weekend, on the spur of the moment, I changed my mind.
I've decided I refuse to regret this.
Do things without always knowing how they'll turn out. Because certainty is a false goal.