I am not proud to admit I’m voluntarily not attending my EMT refresher tonight, because a part of me is taunting the phrase "skipping class" in that slacker way. As in, I’m skipping class because I am lazy and would rather kick back with some beers and watch TV.

But I am not lazy, my TV is off, and I have no beer.

It all comes down to comfort level. Which is not to say, "it’s more comfy here in my jammies than bundled in a coat outside" but rather whether I am feeling strong enough to put myself in a situation that makes my heart pound and skin crawl in fear.

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