
Never thought I’d be one to be concerned about money. I never used to think about it really, and now its all thats on my mind. I’ll just keep breathing deeply.
When I was 8 or 9 I was playing in my friends backyard. I tripped and fell onto a yellow jackets’ nest. Needless to say I was stung multiple times. For a long time after I was scared to death of bees. I’m not sure when, but I just got over it, which seems to be a trend most of my phobias have drifted into the ether. Despite that, I wasn’t about to get any closer than this(about 2 feet) although I would have loved to have gotten a macro shot of this nest.
There’s no way of knowing what’s to come, and there is only so much that we can do to prepare. As cliche as it is nothing worth doing is easy. Coasting to the point of inaction is a little death, and it is one of the easiest ways to fall off. It’s important to remind ourselves to keep the ground moving beneath our feet.