My Fiftieth Post

Action is better than anticipation. Sometimes you just have to have those hard conversations. And even if it takes you twenty minutes to build up enough courage to go over there, only to find yourself sitting and staring at the door, unable to move—even when you panic and have to find sanctuary in the bathroom while you desperately try to gain control of your emotions—even when you boldly stride back to the door, lift up your hand and find yourself unable to knock—at least you’re on your way. So although you don’t know what you will say, or what the outcome will be, you offer a timid knock and take a deep breath as a voice within beckons you inside. At least in ten minutes it will all be over.