I'm not a risk-taker. I'm sure some of you will be surprised by that, but I like to play it safe and make well-informed decisions. My book club The Go Love Yourself Box recently had a book called Brave, Not Perfect by Reshma Saujani , which challenged us to do a small act of bravery each day. I took it to heart and decided to do something about it. Yesterday, I jumped off a cliff. Literally. I jumped off a cliff into the ocean. I can justify it wasn't the biggest cliff (15-20 feet) and that I had to watch all of my friends jump before me (including from in the water so I could see how far down they fell and how far away from the ocean floor they were) and how I had to get my friends to encourage me to jump, but I don't need to. (This isn't me and the lady is clearly more graceful, but you get the point) Yesterday, I jumped off a cliff. I was terrified. My legs were trembling enough that I thought I might fall off the cliff instead of jumping. I had to...
Because being an adult is hard. And I am clearly doing it wrong.