Ever since I was a kid I’ve struggled with being carefree.
I want (oh how I want) to spend the majority of my days throwing caution to the wind but it rarely happens.
I find myself holding back in various situations where others wouldn’t think twice.
It’s odd because in many ways I am a risk taker and happy to be so. Holding back is so limiting.
Anyway, I got a sudden urge to RACE UP THEM. No real reason, honestly. Just because the thought was exhilarating.
But instead, I turned away from them.
Why? Because there were people around. People who might judge me. People who might think I was ridiculous or odd or just plain stupid.
Exactly. The most ridiculous reason in the history of ridiculous reasons.
See what I mean? LIMITING.
I guess the bigger question to be asked is – Why was I so worried about what other people might think? Why was I letting that invade my psyche and rob me of an enjoyable moment?
So guess what happened?
Not a damn thing.
I ran up those stairs. I ran down them. I even took a selfie. I went completely out on a limb and I didn’t care if anyone watched or scoffed or judged. It was quite liberating.
I call that progress.