Panic
What have I done?
Already I am nervous about this new commitment – a year of dates with myself? Sharing the journey with the world?
Seriously?
Am I really going to start on Valentine’s Day? Do I really think I can pull off this affront to Cupid? How does one go about shooting herself with his bow and arrow?
Begin.
” A journey of 52 dates with myself begins with one.”
Really?
That’s all you’ve got? Some pithy play on a quote from a Chinese philosopher?
Ok, then. Ready. Aim. Fire.
Excuse me, but that should be ready, aim, date.
