When we get a lot of snow, my dead end street looks treachorous. Just getting down the hill to the street can be a scary ride slipping down the driveway, or bumping down the stairs. I assume the rest of the world’s come to a snowy standstill based on observations of my immediate surroundings. I’m tempted to curl up with a good book and wait for summer. But the main drag through town is only a block away. When I finally leave the comfort of my home, I’m always amazed when I get to the avenue. The world is bustling along at its normal pace. There’s hardly any snow on the street, and life goes on.
How often are we tempted to stay in our cozy surroundings? It’s so easy to be comfortable and not take any risks. I dare you to do something bold and tell me about it.