Cold feet under the sun...

I wish I could say I know who am I. Sometimes I feel I am afraid to commit, not to others, but to myself. I have been toying with this idea for quite sometime and now it feels I have to drop on one knee and ask myself to marry me. Blah, that is my initial reaction. I have very little to say about the things that can make me want to compromise. Anyhow, I am in this life crisis trying to quiet all of my voices and deciding which one will reign, I just moved to Hawaii expecting the answers. Why to Hawaii? Well, no one knows me here, nobody knows I am uncertified crazy, I can be a new person. Start fresh. And now that I am here what? I am getting cold feet, maybe this was not a good idea after all, why am I so afraid of myself. This questions pins me in the corner of uncertainty and curiosity. So, cheers to the unknown and the cold feet under the sun.