Starting this blog was a risk for me. What if people don’t like it? Don’t read it? Every post I publish is a risk. Why would anyone read what I have to say?
Sending my friend a message of comfort about her miscarriage was a risk. What if I bring up more hurts and she feels worse? But what if it’s the right thing to do?
Admitting to my colleagues that I am only human and am not, in fact, superwoman, was a risk. What if they think I’m lazy? What if they don’t believe in me?
Setting goals is a risk. What if I don’t reach them? What if I fail?
Telling a piece of my story that is very personal was a risk. What if my story surprises people? What if it’s too much, too soon? But what if it helps someone else open up about their story? What if….
Here’s what I know. If we don’t risk, we don’t live. If we don’t live, we can’t love well.
How can you risk today?
I'm Ali. I write about my journey of living a full and healthy life with food allergies, overcoming the comparison trap, and cultivating authenticity.