Baggage

I have a little bit of baggage that I am carrying around. (Don't I wish it was the bag on the left!) Here is a little story about my beautiful, expensive baggage. If only I could animate what I am seeing in my head when I tell this story. But I can't so you'll have to use your imagination.

I am sitting on a bench next to my baggage. I like my baggage. It isn't all that heavy. But it isn't exactly getting me anywhere. I can see outside the little box that my bench is sitting in and I see wonderful things. People happy, laughing, sharing their lives with other people.

Sometimes I think about leaving my baggage to check out the world outside of my box. I get up from my bench and stand on the threshold. Then I think, "Getting to know new people. Ugh." And I go back and sit next to my baggage- the baggage that I already know.

After a while, my baggage kind of starts to smell so I get up and stand on the threshold, maybe even stick my toe out to test the 'waters'. Then I think, "It's dangerous out there. You could really get hurt." And I go back and sit next to my baggage- the baggage that already hurt me and so it can't hurt me again.

After a while I get kind of bored. My baggage it like TV Land. It only plays reruns. So I get up and walk over to the threshold, maybe even cross over. Go on a couple dates, start meeting new guys...but for some reason I don't really want to get that far from my baggage. I know my baggage. I like to know things. I mean the unknown is so scary, right?

So the trick is to take it one day at a time, get one step further from my baggage, take more risks. Then one day my baggage will just be a distant memory.

But if you'd like to get me the bag from the picture above, I'd gladly accept it.