taking a big step

(photo taken with VSCO app for my iphone)

You should see this one section of my hair that is so so gray you’d think I was a 70 year old in a 33 year old body (i.e. it is time to get my hair did). It is actually a really pretty shiny silver gray and part of me wants to just let it go and embrace being a silver fox (ha!) but another part of me thinks I’m not quite ready.

“I’m not quite ready.” Lordy, this seems to be the theme of our lives at the moment.

We’ve been doing a lot of soul searching lately thinking about our future and where we want to be, what we want to be doing, what sort of life we want to provide our kiddo and how we might go about this thing called survival. One night we made up our minds and thought we had an answer and got all excited/scared. The next day after some venturing we decided we aren’t quite ready. It is really hard to take a big step when there are a lot of unknowns, self-employed factors to consider and dependents to provide for. I fear a little that maybe we are making the wrong choice by doing what is comfortable but I also fear if we made a big change we’d regret it.

But, it never hurts to take some time to think about the possibilities, enjoy what you have while you have it and try to  grow some cojones, ha!

Author: Ali Carras

At a very young age I lost site of my mom in a local grocery store in Boulder, Colorado. I did, however, have the smarts to go to the customer service counter. The kind woman at the counter asked "What is your name little girl?" My reply: "Assi." The woman gave me a look like, "Are you playing with me you little devil?" but she proceeded to blast on the loudspeaker the "We have a lost Assi at the front of the store." Customers throughout the store gagged and giggled, but my mom knew exactly who the woman was referring to: the mullet haired little girl with a tongue too big for her mouth, wearing a leotard, skirt, tights, and jelly shoes (with florescent green laces in them...even though they didn't need the laces). A shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing. I am pleased to report that today I am able to fully pronounce Allison (aka Ali), but the Assi pseudonym has always stuck, evolving into Aszi. As for the shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing? Some things never change. I have closed my comments due to mass amounts of spam that no filter could ever control. Feel free to contact me abeckord [at] gmail.com!

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