I’m always curious about what happens to prompt someone to step in wet cement. Accident? Purposefully? What if they were running from a crime scene and this is the killer’s feet? What if?!
Maybe there’s no question here except why not? I love the ability to share what I’m feeling, going through, have gone through, and all things between because someone, somewhere is dealing with the same. And maybe they’re ashamed or fearful. So I say the hard things only they think about. Occasionally I open my mouth in the wrong forum but I also hope my heart speaks for itself, that my passion shines through, and forgiveness is given freely.
Yet I still have questions.
_____________________
I ask you –
Have you ever stepped in wet cement?
Do you question most things? Everything? Nothing at all?
Tell me something good you have going on!
(The post I Have Questions first appeared here at Running on Fumes.)
© 2024 Running on Fumes
Running on Fumes 
Have you ever stepped in wet cement? I purposely tried to around 12/1 am (I was in my dumb 20s). However, I didn’t know that they was someone monitoring the site to make sure not one stepped in it.
Do you question most things? Everything? Nothing at all? I tend to question most things. Unfortunately, it can be a bit detrimental in my case because I spend TOO much questioning things. For instance, I wanted to make an appt for full physical this week. Since I’ve moved to a new city, I have to find a new doc. Of course, I spent so much time researching the schools the doc attended, reviews from patients, the distances to their office from both home and work, accessibility via public transportation, etc.
LikeLike
A wet cement monitor?! This has possibilities for my retirement plan.
Perhaps questioning isn’t what you really are, rather you’re invested, especially in your health, although I can see the process of finding a doctor very overwhelming!
LikeLike