/ Monday, May 16, 2011
I'm not much of a risk taker. For example - when my childhood friends wanted to take the bus to Alhambra from school to watch a movie, I was worried. Worried someone might kidnap us. Worried the bus would drop us off in the middle of nowhere. Worried my parents would yell at me. Worried, worried, worried. Luckily, nothing ever happened aside from a tummy ache caused by too much sugar consumption.
Last week, an opportunity presented itself. Putting fear and doubt aside, I took the chance. And then another... and another. Each time I worried. I weighed my pros and cons, thought rationally, and still, I worried. What did I worry about? The 2 R's - risk and resentment. I worried the risk was too great. I worried I would resent not taking it.
The reason I'm putting this out there is so I can capture this. Yes, this... risk. I want to look back at it and think, "GAH! You made it through! Aren't you glad you took that risk???" I want to tell my future self it's OK to take a risk. It's OK to experiment... to figure out what works and what doesn't. And, to keep trying. To always keep trying.