(This is a tea cup with Greek yogurt and fruit in it. It has nothing to do with this post.)

There is a fine line between bravery and stupidity.
There is also a fine line between pursuing your dreams and ruining your life.

How do you know when it’s time to make a move?
How do you know if you’re making the right move?
How do you know if it’s worth the risk?

In the last week, I’ve found myself asking these questions. Again. Because who hasn’t asked them before?

One time, I was trying to decide if I wanted to quite school to do an internship. I went back and forth for several weeks. I ended up doing the internship. I’ve gotta say, it worked out quite well for me – I even met S there.

Another time, I was trying to decide if I wanted to move to Sweden or not.
Some of you are not impressed. I know, I know, but hear me out. Moving to a new country is terrifying. I knew no one (and I wasn’t exactly besties with my parents at the time), I didn’t know the language (I couldn’t even read the street signs), I had never been to Europe before, I had never lived in a climate like that before. I had to consciously decide to leave behind everything that was safe and comfortable and known. My sister chose not to go. She was in college and engaged and her life was rolling right along in Texas. I was less committed to things, but still. It was a heavy decision. 

Anyway, every so often we are faced with a crossroads. Being in my 20’s, it seems like every other month since I turned 18 has been a ‘crossroads moment’. I’m making decisions right and left, and hoping for the best. When a big moment comes up and it makes me uncomfortable, I have to ask – is it bravery or stupidity?

Choosing to prioritize my writing has been one of those decisions. Am I stepping out and following what I believe in? Or am I making a terrible mistake?

I am lucky enough to have some very wise and wonderful people in my life. People who listen and who have my best interests in mind. I am reminded of this every time a crossroads moment turns up. I can call around and gather advice, lay it all out, sort through it, and make my decision.
It’s nice to know that you’re supported.

I was talking to a good friend of mine last week about the wisdom in quitting my job and working on my writing. She asked me a brilliant question:

What’s the worst thing that could happen?

Following that, how easy would it be to fix it?

Seems a lot simpler when you look at it like that. I like simpler.

So I’ll make my decision, and when I’m feeling doubt I can eat Greek yogurt and fruit out of tea cup because that’s just cute.