Was my mantra as I walked thru the Merchandise Mart behind a Chicago Cop this morning.
I have self-talked about this for as long as I can remember....resisting the urge to touch a cop’s holstered gun.
Why is that?
Might there be something forbidden and dangerous about it – that I find a little thrilling?
I readily admit to being a rule follower (most of the time) and I believe that it is the fear of losing my mind and doing something insane (like touching a cop’s gun) that drives my self-talk every time.