domestic anxiety

I want to be scared.

More often, I mean. I'm not talking about nightmares and horror movies and haunted houses. I'm not talking about doomscrolling and watching the news.

I'm not referring to what Portland General Electric will do to my thumbs if I keep treating electricity like it's free (it's been a rough winter).

I'm not talking about going to big social events, either. Schmoozing and small-talking and making five-minute friends. That shit terrifies me but it's a fear I can do without.

I'm talking about air. Wide open spaces. Dark forested places.

I want to be out in it, vulnerable, uncomfortable.

I'm tired of my domestic anxiety. My locally-sourced stress has gone stale and is boring me to death.

I want to be afraid of the unknown.

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This is my entry for the #monomad challenge, held daily in the Black and White Community.
Don't be afraid to give it a try.

Crows featured are Brisby and his dad, Melby.

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