Lately, I’ve had to do an awful lot of uncomfortable things. By choice. I could have easily said: “No!” I could have said no to living in Crete, with its positive energy, sunshine, clean food, and beautiful souls—and chosen the familiar path back home, which no longer fed my spirit but felt comfortable because everything there was known. I could have said no when I saw that the local hiking club was climbing nearly 1,500 meters high on Sunday. I’m afraid of heights, and what I dread most is scrambling along a gravelly, guardrail-free edge where, if you slip, the only thing to grab onto might be a thorny little…