I don’t think I’m a brave person.
I’m anxious, I over-analyze and spontaneity is usually reserved for late night Waffle House runs.
I constantly kick myself for living life in fear.
My boyfriend and I were recently talking about how we feel were not “that outdoorsy” or “that adventurous” compared to some of the crazies we see on Instagram. But when I really started to think about it, we are pretty outdoorsy and adventurous compared to a lot of people. I’m shocked when I run into somebody who’s lived in Colorado for a couple years and has never made it up to the mountains. I can’t believe it when someone says they’ve never camped or been to the top of a 14er or snowshoed or skiied.
But then, I have to back myself up.
Fear is nothing to be ashamed of.