This weekend, Mark and I had a long heart-to-heart about some decisions we have to make. No, about some decisions that I have to make.
Really, we weren’t even debating whether or not I should do something, but rather how much it was going to hurt to do the right thing. And how much more potential hurt doing this right thing would open me up to.
I know I’m being vague, but I think you can help me with my question anyway.
As our conversation was winding down, Mark said that it comes down to the sage wisdom of That 70s Show, where apparently a character shared these words: It’s better to have loved and lost than to have not loved at all.
I don’t know. I mean, sure, in theory that’s all well and good. But when it’s my heart being pummeled and crushed – over and over and over – then it’s a little harder to try again. To put myself out there. To be brave.
So, I’m wondering what you think. Do you think it’s best to take risks every time, even though you know you might end up disappointed and hurt? Or is it smarter to play it safe and not let your heart get involved?