If something makes me uncomfortable, I have come to realize, it means that I should do it. Walk into my boss’s office and ask for a raise? Cringe. Yes. Venture into Manhattan to attend a book signing alone? Cringe. Yes. Follow a girl I just met into the jungle of Maui to stay in a hut overlooking the ocean? Cringe. Yes.
The anticipation of facing cringe-worthy moments can be crippling. Hell, I’m even afraid to post these thoughts. But when we play it safe, we never learn anything. The best things in my life have happened moments after I nearly turned around. More cringe, please.