It amazes me how much resistance I have to being happy. When did I become so cautious? So protective? When did I stop throwing caution to the wind and diving in? I’m an Aries for heaven’s sake. We’re notorious for leaping before we look!
My internal response is that it’s sensible to be careful. Caution gained by the School of Hard Knocks and Disappointing Relationships. I know that’s true. Taking things slow is a good thing.
But when did taking it slow become barely moving at all? I’m so tired of the past. Tired of it dictating what I do. I want to be free of it. Released from its fearful hold.