Sometimes? Somethings are Clichés for a reason.

I really really wish I had another way to phrase my outlook on life at the moment. But the annoying, vapid cliché keeps coming back and tapping me on the shoulder (Hi! I may be annoying but I make an irritating amount of sense ... c'mon ...) and I end up saying that at the moment I am very much in the mindset of :

Feel the fear ...



And do it anyway



(Please note that I am not aiming wildly into the air. It's called recoil damnit!)

It is annoying and clingy and I cannot get rid of it.
But while I am very scared about moving away (did you know? when I moved out home I moved just a 10 minute walk away?) for an extended holiday, that I need to pretend that I am not scared and just DO IT ANYWAY. Because it will be so enormously worth it.





(It already kind of is.)



Thankfully I am going away with a man who looks like a puppy:



I get to shoot a gun! A gun, baby! A Gun!

And who has little fear.



Pop! pop pop pop pop pop pop p- Oo I'm out.

But who gives me the courange to shoot a gun.




I really hope the gunshot residue (smells like fireworks!) is gone by Monday. Otherwise travelling might become very interesting ...