There’s many times that, when left alone with my own thoughts, I feel nothing but dread. Whatever the topic is, touching on it opens a gaping chasm beneath me only separeted by something thin, fragile, and invisible. It happens mostly on Sunday nights and I don’t know why.

I think it’s best to hold onto those topics. A path or idea that scares me is always worth exploring. I either find something I should have embraced sooner or will know, with certainty, to avoid. The end result is always worth it.

However, finding these potential paths is actually easy. The hardest part is gathering the guts to follow them.

Still working on that. I may just be at my most cowardly on Sunday evenings.