12.10.24 // Is it scary or is it dangerous?

"Is it scary or is it dangerous?"
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A wise friend posed that question to me on a call a couple of weeks ago, and I haven’t been able to shake it since.
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The distinction feels simple at first glance, but the more I sit with it, the more it reveals about how I approach challenges, risks, and even opportunities.
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There’s a difference between something that triggers fear and something that truly threatens safety. Yet, too often, I treat them as the same- letting fear masquerade as danger and holding me back from what could be meaningful or transformative.
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(That "fear" could also look like something as "simple" as a blue run on skis, showing up for a casting call, putting myself out there with new friends, voicing my disagreement in a meeting, etc., etc., etc.).
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But I'm grateful that question has been lingering, echoing in the quiet moments when fear tightens its grip.
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It nudges me to pause, to breathe, and to separate the shadows in my mind from the real cliffs beneath my feet. Is this truly dangerous, or is it just my fear whispering stories of failure and uncertainty?
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It’s a question that doesn’t just ask for an answer- it dares me to face the edge, to leap when my heart knows it’s safe, even if my mind insists it’s not.