I allow myself to be vulnerable. I allow myself to be vulnerable and take chances with the things that may excite me, that may make my heart full. I allow myself to be vulnerable to adventure. I allow myself to get excited about things. To let my mind wander with wonder and hope. But with all of that I also allow myself to be vulnerable to heartbreak. To disappointment.
The wilder side of me that I so love about myself, is a blessing and a curse. It’s something that undoubtedly defines me, yet is often my own enemy.
But regret? Not a thing in my vocabulary, let alone in my life. Every choice I make, every person I meet, every experience I have leads me to a place like this: where my heart, my mind, my soul are all wide open. I will forever allow myself to be vulnerable. Because if I didn’t, I wouldn’t end up living this beautiful life that I do.