Not something I know about, honestly.
I’m much more of a ‘go with the flow’ person, and about the only time I ever really lived boldly was when I took that first step towards a life of helping others. The rest of my life has been moving where others wanted to live, choosing the easy way more often that not with regards to work…just being. Never really rocking the boat as much as letting it float wherever it wants to.
I wish I was bold. It would be nice to have the push to make big changes, to take chances, to think more outside the box and take those leaps rather than let life carry me along. There’s something to be said for going with the flow, but there were times in my life when not having the moxie to stand up for myself meant decisions that I’ve ended up regretting. Ah, well. Six of one, half a dozen of another, right?
PS: yesterday, long after being more cynical than I had planned in the last post, I had a bit of a meltdown; a good ol’ ranting and raving, slamming cabinet doors, tantrum. No details needed, but it did release a lot of tension that had been building. So much frustration about a particular situation, and nothing to do with it all, ya know?
Onwards to the next prompt!
©Pip Miller – January 2022