Milk was a bad choice. (Or was it?)

Was that choice really a bad one?

At the time it might have been. But what has resulted since? Seemingly bad choices follow with opportunities, because they allow us to learn the hard lessons.

Here’s a good example:

I once drove 3,000mi in 7 days through the Rocky mountains and hot desert in a Ford Fiesta rental on my own. I thought it was a bad choice to do this alone, because I was scared. In hindsight, it made me realize it’s ok to be scared but not to let being scared keep you from doing stuff out of your comfort zone. I ended up mountain biking in Moab (with rattlesnakes), camped in a tent in the desert, enjoyed a cigarillo on the top of a mountain (with a Russian IT dude from Stanford), took a dip at my favorite place in the world (Donner Lake, Truckee), got a flat in Napa Valley (how convenient 🍷) — all completely alone with only my fears and thoughts and a very sketchy car and a few bucks in my pocket. This “bad” choice resulted in some of the best memories and lessons I’ll ever have. Do the stuff that scares you.