Cutting my hair off was terrifying, but sometimes scary is good. The way I see it, there are two types of risk in the world. Type one is the bad kind. Skydiving without a parachute. Texting and driving. Walking into rush hour traffic wearing a blindfold. Type two is the good kind, and it's the kind we're faced with every day. Do I cut my hair? Do I talk to the boy (or girl) I like? Do I pursue my dreams? Or even do I get out of bed today?
It's my goal to say "yes" to all of those questions. Risk is a GOOD thing, because risk makes our life colorful. Life isn't meant to be happy all the time, it isn't meant to be easy, and we aren't meant to coast. We're meant to live boldly, because - in reality - what would be worse? Not doing the thing you're afraid of or spending your life wondering what would've happened if you did? .
What would you do if you weren't afraid? Tell me the comments! 👇