One day I will find courage. One day I will pick up the phone and do it. One day I will make the plan final. The thought scares me very much, almost to the point where I put the phone back down.
It’s alway been the same but changing it seems so exciting. But what if it takes a turn for the worse? What if everyone else disagrees with me? But what if this is what my heart desires the most?
Eventually, with a deep breath I will take the plunge. That day might be tomorrow, that day might be in many years, but one day I will. Closing my eyes I try my hardest to imagine what it would be like. Everyday I ask people about their opinions on the subject. I wonder if it’s the right time, maybe waiting for a while is better.
I hope that I will make the right choice. I hope that I and everybody around me agrees with the decision that I make, although they already show some doubt. I hope that there are multiple things that I can do once I achieve it. But I fear that it will be the wrong decision.
Last year it was just a vague idea. Last month I started to do some research. Last week I spent endless hours trying to make a final decision. I have a dream. I have a dream to change the way things are currently. I dream about drastically cutting my hair.
