Risk

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?