Risk

Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.” 
― Louise Erdrich

This reminds of me the trope that none of us are getting out of here alive. So we have to risk our hearts, our courage, our careers and our vanity to do what we think is important. To make change, in ourselves and around us. 

In that vein, I'm starting a new job tomorrow. It's a short little two week stint but promises to be a hot mess express. I'm already shaking my head over all of it. Think good thoughts in my general direction. I'll most certainly need them.