I really really wish I had another way to phrase my outlook on life at the moment. But the annoying, vapid cliché keeps coming back and tapping me on the shoulder (Hi! I may be annoying but I make an irritating amount of sense … c’mon …) and I end up saying that at the moment I am very much in the mindset of :
Feel the fear …
And do it anyway
(Please note that I am not aiming wildly into the air. It’s called recoil damnit!)
It is annoying and clingy and I cannot get rid of it.
But while I am very scared about moving away (did you know? when I moved out home I moved just a 10 minute walk away?) for an extended holiday, that I need to pretend that I am not scared and just DO IT ANYWAY. Because it will be so enormously worth it.
(It already kind of is.)
Thankfully I am going away with a man who looks like a puppy:
I get to shoot a gun! A gun, baby! A Gun!
And who has little fear.
Pop! pop pop pop pop pop pop p- Oo I’m out.
But who gives me the courange to shoot a gun.
I really hope the gunshot residue (smells like fireworks!) is gone by Monday. Otherwise travelling might become very interesting …