More things I learned in San Diego: take the risk.
Risk being embarrassed. Risk being hurt. Risk looking silly. It’s all okay – feeling silly, getting hurt. Especially when the alternative is not to get kissed.
It feels so freeing: letting go. Having no expectations. Not trying to make something happen, not trying to predict the future. Just trying to live wholly in today. Choosing to be vulnerable is also choosing to be free. Sometimes I forget.
A poem:
What’s the worst that could happen?
He says no. She says yes.
They say ha-ha-ha.
Who cares, really?
What’s the worst that could happen?
You fall. He doesn’t.
(It’s never about you anyway).
And, really, who cares?
What’s the best that could happen?
That sunset is less beautiful than the moment.
Your life changes.
For a minute. For an hour. Forever.
What’s the best that could happen?
You start to believe. Again.
A prayer is actually answered.
You care. Really.
Today it’s the best. Maybe tomorrow the worst.
But today is still the best.
So, on the subject of tomorrow…
Who cares, really?
After all, tomorrow takes care of itself.
But today is all yours.



