My hands and my feet are constantly ice cold. I have to have fuzzy socks on, covered up with a blanket, and sitting Indian-style with my feet tucked in between my legs for my feet to ever feel warm. Sometimes I make a cup of coffee just to hold so my hands can warm up. I already have bad circulation, so when it’s cold outside: game. over.
I didn’t get Cold Feet on our wedding day. The biggest day of my life, and I didn’t think twice about it. Of course Jonathan and I had talks throughout our engagement making sure this was *really* what we wanted, but it always was and I never had doubts or cold feet.
But the little things..that’s where I get cold feet. Starting new jobs. Doing something new with my hair. Going to a new restaurant. Trying to make new friends. Trying to rekindle old friendships. Buying a statement piece of jewelry. And before I know it, cold feet over the little things turn into cold feet over bigger things. Traveling. Writing more. Saying to heck with my 401K and living in the moment. Letting the Holy Spirit have full control over me & using me in ways that could make me uncomfortable.
Cold feet have taken over my life, in a sense. I’m afraid to live because of cold feet over the small things. Have you ever been so fearful of life in general that you missed out on something big? I know I have. I hope I’m not alone. To me, having cold feet about something isn’t a sign of weakness, but of caution. It’s okay to be cautious, but don’t let it take over your life. I’m on a mission to live life with passion and to pursue my dreams. To make a difference. To love myself. To live happily. To BE happy. To be full of joy. To love God. To love others. To love life.
Slip on your fuzzy socks. Knock those cold feet out of here. Start living.
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