Patience
12-22-2018, 11:41 PM
I was housesitting for a friend who is supportive of my dressing. I wanted to believe I had the courage to walk in the neighborhood dressed because I had done so before and because after six months of going out regularly once a week, I have learned to shoo those butterflies away fairly well.
A parking space opened in front of my house. As I was parked around the corner, I wanted to move my car closer and saw no problem doing so dressed, so out I went, confident but cautious.
I was about a half block away from the house when I saw a man. He was across the street on the next block, coming in my direction. He seemed to be carrying something and unaware of my presence. I kept going.
Suddenly, a similarly dressed man appeared from behind a car a little further back and started to dash in my direction. This startled me. I didn’t want to stick around to find out it there was a third man, so I turned around and headed back to the house. Instead of rushing in, I stood at my (thankfully somewhat secluded) porch and waited for the guys to go through before I entered the house. In the end they walked by side by side. The box contained what looked like paintbrushes. To my relief, they walked on.
I was so caught up in the moment that It was too late when I saw the neighbor pulling up in her driveway. I rushed back into the house but I guess she saw me, not that I care.
Then, I sort of fell to pieces for a bit, or maybe I should say that I had a strong emotional response, reliving the experience in my mind, imagining other possible outcomes. My hands trembled for a bit. I am better now.
So, how’s your day going?
A parking space opened in front of my house. As I was parked around the corner, I wanted to move my car closer and saw no problem doing so dressed, so out I went, confident but cautious.
I was about a half block away from the house when I saw a man. He was across the street on the next block, coming in my direction. He seemed to be carrying something and unaware of my presence. I kept going.
Suddenly, a similarly dressed man appeared from behind a car a little further back and started to dash in my direction. This startled me. I didn’t want to stick around to find out it there was a third man, so I turned around and headed back to the house. Instead of rushing in, I stood at my (thankfully somewhat secluded) porch and waited for the guys to go through before I entered the house. In the end they walked by side by side. The box contained what looked like paintbrushes. To my relief, they walked on.
I was so caught up in the moment that It was too late when I saw the neighbor pulling up in her driveway. I rushed back into the house but I guess she saw me, not that I care.
Then, I sort of fell to pieces for a bit, or maybe I should say that I had a strong emotional response, reliving the experience in my mind, imagining other possible outcomes. My hands trembled for a bit. I am better now.
So, how’s your day going?