What if I just crawl off the ride, let it all slide, give up the whirl, become a stay-at-home girl? I will have more money, sure, I have company with roommate, maddie, cats... I will not die inside. I will not die. I must pry off the web, to be sure, since it is a restlessness instigator.
Worst fear... that I let go, step off, and no one notices, I sink without a mar on the surface of the social pool. Worst fear and absolute truth, at a certain level. No one is indispensible, and I don't get to that many places these days.
Not my worst fear. Worst fear is years of grey days with no small burst of passion or romance to add purple. But that won't happen. Just let go. Let it go.
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