Brave

I am throwing out the rule book and starting over. I will take a brave new attitude to face the old world. I have been afraid too long. Of what, I am not exactly sure. Perhaps afraid of the bottom falling out of the little world I have wrapped myself in. But time has reached a juncture. In late August, people cross paths to new schools, homes, partnerships and jobs. I feel like I have been a piece of cork drifting in a river, not exactly going anywhere, just bobbing up and down. So much of my home, schools, jobs, and friends are outside of my control, but I can determine to be brave.
So here I am.
Brave.