A Confident Gait

"You have kind of a mosey," he said, having recognized me from the opposite end of a very long hallway. "You know, it's confident." He bounced his head slowly and relaxed his shoulders to demonstrate, smiling.

So I smiled. And, hopefully without sounding too self-deprecating, mentioned that I didn't generally think of myself as a confident fellow.

I don't know. Maybe moseying uses all my confidence up. Burns through it like fuel. So there isn't much left over for more important things.

Of course, if I think about that mosey of mine too much while in mid-stride... well, I might just tumble over.