That moment of quiet when the tears stop, your breath hiccups, and you realize with startling clarity that you are drowning in the dirt of your transiently human existence.
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My arms are weak; my hand falls off my controller. Compared to the smooth hardwood of my bedroom suite, the outdoors is rugged, with rocky hills and half-concealed potholes. It’s unfamiliar terrain. I feel like a toddler again, learning how to walk on short, chubby legs.
I feel this. Going into unfamiliar terrain makes me really anxious. I’m so much more cautious now compared to when I was a kid zooming around hither and thither with nary a concern for my personal safety. I get anxious in crowds, constantly worrying about people bumping into me or trying to shake my hand (which will send me flying in random directions).
But yeah, sometimes you just gotta get out of your comfort zone and do things.