How much do you risk to follow your dreams? Does happiness matter when you are an adult? When do you put your happiness on the backburner, to do grown-up things? Or maybe a better question is, when did we stop being free-spirited 20-somethings? Or are we still free spirited 20 somethings, but have just been weighted down with too many grown-up things? When do the decisions we make go from following your dreams to being just stupid choices
Travis and I have been thinking some big thought, but are burdened by the choices we will have to make, the sacrifices and the extra worries. Here comes the corny part- I know we can make it if we decide to, it is just the fear of the unknown that could stop us.
(*we will let everyone know when the decisions have all been made.)