I even bit off all my fingernails.
Gross! Those aren't my nails. But I did bite mine.
Because when push came to shove, I chickened out from going to open mic night. And the next day when I went into work - I chickened out from confronting my coworker.
But what if I said the timing didn't feel right? That something held me back? Was I simply being chicken or listing to that inner voice of reason and recognizing the timing was off?
What keeps us from being that bold extrovert we want to be?
Chicken. It's whats for dinner.
Don't worry - next week I'm tackling my inner chicken all over again. (And I'm sparing you from YouTube chicken dancing.. the stuff you find on the web is weird.)