"And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more
painful than the risk it took to blossom."
My previous blog post was about wanting to take some risks in my life. Change does not always have to be some huge, cataclysmic event. Change can and does happen in small ways everyday. Taking part in this blog challenge is a risk because writing prompts have always intimidated me. Sometimes stepping out of our comfort zone in one area of our life promotes growth in other areas. Most often in our lives, change is not immediate. When it comes to the eating disorder, I did not go from anorexia to recovery in one giant leap. Some days I took risks, some days I stood still, and some days I went backward, but all of those days still add up to where I am now. We don't always recognize that change is happening, but it is a constant. We learn from every failure, and each misstep is what will catapult us toward our goals if we allow for mistakes. When we are so consumed with thoughts of failure, that is when we become paralyzed. I'm beginning to realize that not everything I do has to be great, or even very good. This blog post may suck, but I took the chance in writing it and putting it out here anyway, because challenging myself always feels better than being afraid. My eating disorder left me no choice but to change. I had two options, and ultimately I decided to save myself. One of the greatest gifts in this life is the power to change our own outcome, to better ourselves, and to contribute to this world in a positive way. I've been blessed with a second chance, and I want nothing more than to make the most of it.