I am surprisingly brave… especially for a girl caught in a chronic panic disorder for the last twenty-odd years. It’s true. One of the many oxymorons that confuse the heck out of bystanders, both near and far, of my most strange life.
So, in my attempt to embrace my inner scoundrel, I am making this vow to one and all right now…
Once every month, I will force myself to do something remarkably gutsy.
Mischievously, fantastically brave.
Oh, yeah, baby. It will be a whole new world… at least for that one ballsy moment every four weeks.