Tell me something.
What happens when you wake up one day and you’re 70 years old and you never left?
What happens when you never skinny-dipped in mountain pools because you weren’t comfortable with how your tummy looked or never wrote that book because you didn’t have anything to say?
What happens when you never told him or her you are in love with the fire in their soul regardless of what others thought?
What happens when you never sold off what didn’t matter and pushed off for that adventure calling your name?
What are you left with when you have tried to please everyone except your own wild soul?
Regret. You are left with regret.
Please take the chance.
Dance under the stars.
Drink the wild air.
Swim in the chaotic sea.
Howl from the mountain tops.
Ride without fear.
Be the woman you have always longed to be, and arrive at old age breathless and with a thousand years worth of stories to tell.