Months and months..
Months and months slowly went away.. And sometimes I think it's time to stop, and think back to the first step I took. Am I already at the destination I visioned myself to be? Am I happy? Do I want to keep continuing this?
But sometimes I feel we ask ourselves too many questions that we don't continue. We don't move on. We dwell on the anxiety - did we do things right?
Or is it that embracing uncertainty and risk is too scary?
