I'm a wimp, a coward, a fraidy cat. I'm too afraid to reach out for what I really want in life. Many days I have a hard time dealing with the stress/loneliness/responsibilities of life. Those days, it's all I can do to drag myself out of bed. I tend to hide behind a book or craft project and try to pretend. I pretend the responsibilities/heartaches/stress of life will just go away if I ignore them long enough. I know it isn't true. My house will not clean myself. My dogs get ornery if I don't pay enough attention to them. I have to work [I really love my job, I do].

If I don't get up and moving, my house becomes gross...my dogs go crazy...I don't actually achieve anything. Crawling into my hidey hole will not help me make friends, lose weight, turn my home and yard into what I dream they can be. I will never get my BSN or RNC-NIC if I don't get moving. I won't feel comfortable inviting people over to my messy home. I won't make new friends and will have a hard time keeping those I actually have.

I know all this. And yet, I'm still a wimp.