In re-reading older posts, I’ve noticed a disturbing trend in this blog. I’ve self-censored it. I’ve written a highlight reel rather than highlighting the real and in the process I’ve appeared to be much bolder than I truly am. The truth is that I’ve gotten scared. I’ve chickened out. I’ve had a bold plan in my head and decided, ultimately, that it broke too many social boundaries or sacrificed my sense of public propriety that I hold dear.
These are the parts of the story that Christy knows. We both share moments when we decided, at the last minute, to abandon the experiment.
Here are a few examples:
- Failing to ask a barista at Starbucks to sign my cup as “Starbucks,” as an autograph for a fan of the chain.
- Failing, at the last minute, to go to the public library and get people to sign up for a cause I believe in
- Failing to share my drawings or pictures with some of the strangers I’ve talked to
- Failing to write something more meaningful in a private message
- Failing to create an event with an invitation