I read book about it.
Aisha Tyler talks about self-inflicted wounds.
And I’m not willing. I do not walk up to that chance. I skirt and plan and avoid.
I don’t want to get hurt. I don’t want to be out of control. I want to be sure of every step before I take it.
Someone asked me, “Are you willing to be out of control?”
That’s an easy form of risk. And risk is where the reward happens.
I wonder if I can draw my eyes away from the memory of the scene of the accident.
It was a long time ago. And maybe this time there will not be an accident, but only a miracle.
Yeah. Peter had to step out of the boat.
That was a lot of crazy.
How crazy am I willing to be?
maybe i’ll start with a little. And work my way up.