Plans

 We are taking a step. This May we are going to visit Maine. I am incredibly excited and nervous all at once. The watching, waiting and anticipation is compounding into this rock hard mass in my gut.   Today someone asked a question in their Instagram stories that slapped me across the face.
 'What's a risk you took that you don't regret?'
 I stopped for a moment to process that question.
 Did I really take any risks in my life? I think the biggest risk I took was marrying my husband, but even that never felt like a risk, it was as thought out and calculated as any other life choice I had made. The realization stung.
 Thinking things through has been my forte. Weighing pros and cons, making an estimate regarding an outcome. I've prided myself in not allowing my emotions to run away with me.
 But maybe I need to let them run away with me a little, to experience more. Maybe moving across the country is my risk.