To be someone who has a blog called “the girl who dared,” I must be a pretty brave person… super-confident and fearless, right?
Well, sorry to disappoint you, but I thought I should get this out of the way early on: this blog is a sham. I’m afraid of something almost every single day. Although a lot of people don’t know it, I’d describe myself as a pretty anxious person.
Growing up, I was the kid who was scared of everything. After we learned about fire safety at school, I went home and convinced my parents of our need for a comprehensive escape plan, complete with 2 backups in case the first two were blocked. I was too scared to tell my mom I was afraid of riding a live horse, so I rode the live pony merry-go-round in silent terror. I could go on…
So, what gives? How did I become the girl who dared? Or is this all a ruse?
It’s because, as the title says, I did it anyway. Most of the best things in my life came because I did something I was afraid of. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and jumped. I got comfortable being uncomfortable and took risks.
Walking into a CrossFit gym on my own, knowing no one, after a lifetime of being anything but athletic? Moving to a new city away from the small town life I always thought I wanted? Investing myself in a career I wasn’t sure I could do, even when it was harder than I imagined? Being vulnerable, starting a blog and not being sure anyone would read it? Pretty daring stuff.
So I might be a poser. The secret’s out. This daring girl is afraid of a lot of things. But I keep daring. And I keep learning. And as long as you’ll keep reading, I’ll keep writing.