Out of the blue a message. Can we meet for coffee? Someone wants to meet me. A rare occurrence.
I’m touched and flattered. Just when it seemed my social butterfly had retreated back into its cocoon.
Fear stops me from reaching out. The fear of rejection. It wouldn’t be the first time and I’m sure it won’t be the last.
That’s anxiety for you. I’ve come a long way. I’ve pulled myself up that slippery tunnel. Its icy fingers are never too far away waiting to pull me back down again.
Not today though, because today somebody thought of me.
You’re great company for coffee n a chat. X
ah thank you x
Indeed she is Ann!