I read once that water is a symbol for emotions. And for a while now I've thought maybe my mother drowned in both.

Time goes by slowly when you spend it waiting.

Sometimes a shock to the system is a good thing, you know? Like a reminder that you're alive.

I read once that water is a symbol for emotions. And for a while now I've thought maybe my mother drowned in both.

But when’s the last time you took a chance? Or didn’t do what someone else expected of you? Or did something you really wanted to, even though you probably shouldn’t have?

But sometimes life gives us those rare moments where we do see chance as it’s happening. And in those moments, we have a choice. And sometimes we have to take a risk. And it’s scary. It makes us vulnerable. But I know now it’s worth it.

But what I realize, here, now, is that it's not actually making the choice that takes courage. It's facing it afterward. Owning up to it, whether it's good or bad.