I try to tell a story with this one. It was very windy today in Chicagoland. On my way from one school to the next, I could barely keep my car on the road, but it wasn’t the car as much as it was my own nerves that I struggled to keep steady. I begin today’s slice five hours before I experience any introvert-writer’s worst nightmare/dream-come-true.
It is hard to step out of your comfort zone to do something you aren’t comfortable with. I get it. It’s odd how some things can make our heart flutter.
BTW: That was a whole heck of a lot of journals!