The fear that goes into inviting a person to lunch is absolutely ridiculous. Perhaps fear is not the word. There is hesitation. Why? Overanalyzing each and every single situation seems to be my downfall. Every possibly scenario plays itself out in my head. I apparently do this so very much that when I decided to shave my head without so much as a scheduled appointment, shockwaves went throughout the earth. It felt good to follow my vision of perfectly crafted eyebrows with a clean shaven head. I was called bold, beautiful, and outright sexy. This was throwing caution to the wind at its finest. Inviting this person to lunch….let’s see if I can get my introverted self to take that step….