Fun fact: I was *supposed* to be a pole vaulter in college. I had been recruited, I made the commitment, and then the night before practice began, I quit.
I was terrified. I was so scared that I wouldn’t live up to expectations - my own or anyone else’s - that I didn’t even let myself try.
I try not to have regrets. I truly believe that there is no point in regret because every single experience has helped us get to where we need to be in our lives. But if I had to choose one thing to do differently given the chance, this is what I come back to every single time. I hate it that when I got scared, I gave up on my dreams and myself instead of seeing how far I could go. I hate that I let my fear stop me from something that I desperately wanted.
Since then, I’ve grown so much. I don’t let fear hold me back anymore. Which isn’t to say that I don’t feel fear... I do. But my relationship to fear has completely shifted and that has...