A Road Diverged
I was pushed into my discomfort zone. And like the two roads that diverge in the woods I had two paths that I could choose. I could say "F*** that". I am not going down that overgrown, untended, scary, tangled path. I will choose the comfortable, familiar path and maintain the status quo, even as it has parts that make me uncomfortable.
I stood there an looked.
I grabbed a flashlight and the tools I would need to traverse safely in unfamiliar territory. And I courageously set out onto the path of my discomfort zone.
And that has made all the difference.
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