Angie over at GirlGoesGlobal has a lovely and quotable piece entitled Just Dance (the “Dammit!” is my addition):
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Tucked away in a dusty, locked box in our brain is a dream. Something we take out when we’re alone and quiet. Something that begins with “I hope” or “I wish” and for a moment, we get lost in the split-second of possibility. For a moment, the dream is an imagined reality. Then…the list starts. The list of reasons why not. Why it’s not practical or appropriate. What people would say. What money we’d lose. The dance stops, and we look at our feet.
Again.
As someone who tends to overthink everything, this post hits particularly close to home.