What have you been putting off doing? Why?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

Somewhere along the way, I forgot how to do it. It’s strange actually. I can’t recall the precise moment when it happened. It’s like it stolen in the night by some silent rogue. Perhaps, I was victim of an assassin. Not the way we usually view, but the way that makes you experience the thing worse than death. It funny because that fate is different for everyone.

One would think that now I realize what has happened it would be easily reobtained. For me, this doesn’t seem to be the case. It’s like it been put into my special hiding place. The place where I put the things I want to keep safe. I stand at the door looking the room where it should be, but I can’t remember where it is in that room.

I know with patience I discover all the things within this room. It’s secrets, its treasures, and it’s grace by believing in myself.