What is scary?
As we completed our prologue race and excitement began to build, so did the thought of how hard this will be; and how scary this will be.
For some reason I can’t stay in that “my life is tough” bubble because I made a choice to put myself in this situation, my life is not tough. I chose tough.
I think about everything wrong that’s happening in the world, Palestine being a perfect example.
That is hard. That is scary. That is not a choice.
The sad thing is that is only one of the many example that came rushing to my head right now.
I’m not sure how, or when, or using what means, but I know I want to make a difference to someone, somewhere.