To hesitate is to perish.
I want to do more. And not just be. Except I’m so used to being that doing requires an extra step… giving me room for hesitation. And doubt and even fear. I’m out of my element. It’s a strange place but I don’t want to be elsewhere. It wouldn’t make sense. I want more. I want to work hard for me, for him, for my future, and everything in between. All I know is, I need him.
Just keep swimming… just keep swimming, Grace.