I'm up for the cool front. I love, adore, etc. Yes I do. Revisiting the rollercoaster metaphor I alluded to earlier - I need to just enjoy the ride and all of its thrilling highs and lows. Sure, it can be scary, but the feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when the cars go careening down the the tracks is exhilariting.
Life can be a gamble.
If I'd always allowed myself to laid low by every rebuff, every rejection, every bit of hard luck that ever came my way my heart would fossilize. Get back to the little girl who dreamed big - who caught lizards, and painted ponies, and put her cheek on the cool, shady cement in her backyard on summer mornings and watched the ants go marching by.