"Do more things you might regret".I would like to clarify. It's not that I want to do things that I know I will regret, promise I'm not going out and getting knocked up or robbing a bank. People often combine regret with recklessness. I don't agree. Do things that maybe aren't the most logical. Things that to look back on and say, "huh, look what I know know".
Life isn't about getting through as efficiently as possible.
I feel that if I never make mistakes that I'll never learn from anything. I want to be able to tell my future daughter that failing a test sucks and heartbreak feels like the end of the world, not because I read about it in a story but that it happened to me too. Mistakes help us figure out who we are.
Yes, what if something awful happens? Then you figure it out. But what if something wonderful happens? If you don't take any chances, there's no chance for anything great! I'm pretty sure there's a marketing or and economics or investing phrase that says, 'high risk, high reward'. So go apply for that job, go cook a new recipe, go hold that boy's hand.
Just so you don't think I'm all talk and no walk, a story:
At school, I meet a lot of people. And at BYU that means dating a lot of people. My friends at home are always shocked when we get together and talk about our schools, because I'll casually mention a date here and a date there. The shy, never-had-a-boyfriend-ever girl from high school is a dating machine?? (disclaimer: still have never had a boyfriend, whatcha gonna do ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)
But there was a boy that I had been hanging out with, and my roommates had all been teasing me to go a make a move on him. So I decided to roll with it. When we were with other friends, he jokingly put his arm around me (eek!) and later on in the night I texted him "Next time you try to make a move on me, make sure the others aren't there, what are you doing later this week? :)" SO FORWARD, RIGHT? So, long story short, we had another date, we held hands, it was great, until afterwards when I decided I didn't actually want to date this boy. So I panicked.
My method of dealing with this problem was to...avoid him at all cost. Which was rough since we had the same friends, so I was just really awkward, which isn't really new, but whatever. Finally I knew that I had to do something, because I liked hanging out with him, I just didn't want to be dating him. After pacing nervously around my apartment for a while, my roommates kicked me out until I went and talked to him. So essentially I ambushed him.. I was not chill, I was not subtle, it probably seemed a little bit like I was yelling because I was talking really fast and really loud.
Being brave doesn't mean you have to be good at it.
the rundown of that conversation was "HI I"M SORRY THAT I'VE BEEN SO WEIRD LATELY IT"S JUST THAT I HAVE SOME FEELINGS THAT I NEED TO TELL YOU BECAUSE I DO LIKE YOU, BUT I DON"T WANT TO DATE BUT I LIKE HANGING OUT WITH YOU AND I HOPE THAT WE CAN STILL DO THAT WITHOUT IT BEING WEIRD". He just laughed and said it was totally okay, we high-fived and then some friends came over and we played card games.
Bravery is not never being scared. (insert cliche quote about being scared but "saddling up anyway" or something). I am pretty much scared every moment ever. But being scared is okay. Gold at the end of the rainbow and all that.
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