Hey, you. You know how you spend so much time with yourself you don't notice when you've changed. Not in one of those oh, she's changed kind of ways. I mean, if you do notice that about yourself though, maybe you should take a step back and reexamine what's going on. No, what I'm talking about is how I was outside in our back garden with Rosi and Sanne. And we were looking at where we could hang a clothes line. The only post on one end belonged to the neighbors' trellis. I saw the neighbor at her window, washing dishes at the kitchen sink, made eye contact, and just waltzed right up to her, calling over the fence asking if it would be okay for us to tie our line there. And she smiled and nodded in assent.
That was an action I wouldn't characterise as me. Going up to a neighbor and asking them outright for a "favour." However small this might seem, this tiny thing is something that would have, at one time, worried me and caused me extreme anxiety to muster up the courage to approach a stranger. Or I would have asked someone else to ask for me. But today I didn't feel that. I did it, and it felt fine, and it was fine, and I thought nothing of it. Until now. Now I see that little things add up to a new, big changes.
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