Trepidation. 

 I approach so many things with trepidation, not fear, but trepidation. I go forward, even though I have no idea what I am moving toward. I walk, but I drag my gait, I walk slow, I purposely take time and move slower with each step. I almost know to wait for the bad thing to come, the wrong words that always seem to be said just so I can confirm that whatever it is I was moving toward fell apart BEFORE I got there, that I had no hand in it's failure. But is waiting, deliberately, moving at a sloth's place ruin what could have been had I just moved with more purpose, more rapidity, more urgency?  You never will know all the reasons for the demise of any relationship, but know that what you don't do can be just as much a factor as what you do, do.