Life-Changing Event

I remember being quite sick and in a hospital bed, sharing a room with three men in their 80s. One night I couldn't sleep, and I sat up at 2 in the morning and wrote myself a letter as though I was 85. It made me think, was I brave enough to tell the stories I wanted? Was I hiding behind my insecurities, or was I seizing this precious life? Come on, get over yourself, say what you want to say. That stayed with me, and I'm still doing that, still battling that sometimes.