This Side of the Window
I spent so much of my life looking out clouded windows.
Sitting, longing for adventures I created in my head that I am far too timid to pursue here in reality.
I know I stay for the safety, the pains of glass providing protection from the rain and wind.
But like most things in life they grow old and brittle, I watch the cracks grow longer from their corner as the days pass.
I'm waiting for the day it will all come crashing down, forcing me to face the fears I hold, nothing left to shield me.
I realize though that waiting for life to throw me to the wolves, wanting to be a victim that overcame her circumstances is only going to lead to a skewed mindset.
Why not be a brave warrior who breaks out of her own glass prison and tames the wilderness instead.
I believe that would make for a better and more hopeful story.
So here I go.