Day 30

What happens when years and years of wishing, wanting and dreaming finally become a reality?

Tomorrow is the start of finding out that answer… and I’m a little nervous.

Why? Because it happened once before and it wasn’t what I thought it would be. 

For such a long time, I had really wanted to go to Australia. Then 10 years ago, I went and I soon realised it wasn’t for me. I don’t regret going because at least I took the risk. But it’s been something that I’ve struggled with ever since.

When you have bills to pay and people are relying on you, the risk goes to another level. And now, in my brain I have an example of it not working out so I know it’s a possibility. 

But I’ve always said, I’d rather feel the regret of doing something rather than the regret of not knowing what could have been. 

Risk by Anaïs Nin
And then the day came,
when the risk
to remain tight
in a bud
was more painful
than the risk
it took
to blossom.