What Drinking a Nasty Herbal Concoction Thought Me About Taking Action
For the umpteenth time, I picked up the cup and stared into its peach colored content with a gnawing sense of dread. I imagined the liquid flowing through my throat down to my core, its bitter taste tainting the walls of my mouth, my throat and the crevices inside my stomach. I imagined my tongue retaining the taste long afterwards.
Yikes! my stomach churned in response. I let out mock crying sobs trying to make light of the situation, but once again I cowered and dropped the cup. I picked up my book and continue to read, not unaware of the cup of molten magma sitting by my side.
About 10 minutes later… (more…)