There is something inherently scary about beginnings. At least to me. I want to see the end before the beginning. I want to know what I’m getting into. I want to wallow in the comfort of all that is familiar and known. Because it’s comforting. And I like comforting. Beginnings also necessarily mean the end. […]
There is something inherently scary about beginnings. At least to me. I want to see the end before the beginning. I want to know what I’m getting into. I want to wallow in the comfort of all that is familiar and known. Because it’s comforting. And I like comforting. Beginnings also necessarily mean the end. […]