I am a tree.

Today someone told me that I am not a tree and that I should move if I don't like where I live. I think about moving a lot and as I consider it, I feel more and more like a tree. My roots are not deep but shallow and wide. Enough to hold me here and keep me. Change is hard sometimes, we all know that, but change is good and change is always needed. I probably will not move anytime soon, but I'm not sure that I belong here. Fear is a massive anchor. I'm afraid of a lot of things. I worry about everything and weigh options and justify decisions. I'm definitely not the free spirit that I wish to be. I see beautiful and strong women in this world that sacrifice their safety daily for what they believe in. I feel ashamed at times because I'm concerned about what others might think of me. I tell myself that I should not care and that it doesn't really matter, but it's in me, and it's hard to overcome. These women have suffered and have a fighting spirit. Others have suffered so that I will not have to. What has that left me with? An easy life that I did not work hard to deserve. A position taken for granted. A fear of stepping up. I think the opposite of their intentions...