I’m a thinker. I think a lot. I think about things that are whimsical and insignificant, and I think about things that (seemingly) really matter. I’m a dreamer, sure. I think about what’s going to happen in my life a year from now, five years from now, 20 years from now. But I’m also a realist. I think about everything from all sides and angles. His side of the story, her side of the story, my side of the story. And thinking is good. As they say in Ayurvedic theory, “thought is the psychological action of breath, and breath is the physical action of thought.” But, more accurately, I tend OVERthink. I think myself out, with no action taken, and then suddenly the opportunity I was contemplating is gone. I’ve realized this is my crutch. I end up playing it safe by telling myself I was being smart and giving it a lot of thought. But really, it was a way of saying no without actually saying it. It was a way to avoid risk without being obvious about it. But I don’t want to avoid risk anymore. I want to think less. I want to do more. And I want to start now. Because there’s no point in wallowing over the things I’ve already missed out on. That’s just overthinking, yet again, about things I can’t even change. So here I am, saying Yes.