When was the last time something made you nervous?
There's a moment just after you leap that you realize you might actually be in over your head. Buyers remorse for the bold. Inspiration doesn't carry you the whole way through and now gravity has decided rubber and road must meet.
This was India for me.
An entire trip born out of split second decision, even my trusty driver couldn't understand how I had a direction without a place to stay. And my first morning in Delhi, was a sensory assault; like symphony of car alarms, as smog took residence in my nose. I woke up before dawn that day, and full disclosure I was scared.
And then another thought visits.
This journey was never for my comfort, but for my growth. Being "in over my head" just means I'm a seed that's been buried.
I'm trying to hear the music over the noise and see the people past my own judgements. And in this Indian city, convene with my humanity.
Embracing fear, not knowing, and embracing all the things that don't feel remotely warm or any kind of fuzzy. Comfort is a cage for those committed to growth, and I am determined to leave safer shores if it means I meet the man I'm meant to be.











