“Knowing myself is fucking complicated.” She laughed heartily at that. “Tell me about it.” “It’s scary, taking risks.” “It doesn’t really get easier either.” “Probably because the older we get, the more we realize just how much opportunity there is to fail,” I said. “But there’s also so much life we miss out on when we hold ourselves back,” she responded. “You can never get those moments back. The best you can do is be truer to yourself going forward.”
