On Choosing to Move Forward Despite My Fears

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It’s a Sunday evening.

I pause at the staircase, watching our two cats as they lounge in the upstairs living room, bathing in the glow of the sunset.

Carrying a fresh feeling of jealousy at their free time, I walk to my desk.

I’m somewhere else. Half of me is still awash with a desire to go lie down next to the cats upstairs and…