When was the last time you took a risk (big or small), and pushed your own boundaries — socially, professionally, or otherwise? Were you satisfied with the outcome?
First off, I should start with stating that I am not a risk-taker, by preference. I’m the kind of guy that likes to just let life happen, carpe diem isn’t part of my Latin vocabulary. I prefer the safe, the known and the comfortable.
So there it is: the Daily Prompt has found yet another of my character flaws. Two, even, if you count self-deprecation as a bad habit that I also can’t seem to resist.
But that’s part of why this blog is here, isn’t it? The “envelope” has been pushing me, I’m pushing it back.
I was tempted to pass on this prompt, initially, because after a fair bit of thought, I just couldn’t come up with any risks I’d consciously decided to take recently. Not without climbing into the way-back machine and going embarrassingly deep into the past. Risk-aversion can be a creeping disease.
Does the board game (“Risk™”) count?
“Hiding in my room, safe within my womb,
I touch no one and no one touches me.”
Too dramatic, Mr. Simon. Maudlin even. Introverts just take crap too damn seriously.
But! I have been taking a risk.
Each of these posts is a bit of risk–because there are friends and family known to be lurking and reading and following, and I’m exposing things that even the person who knows me best likely wasn’t aware of. And writing at all is always a risk; here’s stuff I’ve created, don’t hate it. What if I (gasp) try writing something much more ‘serious’ some day? Would anyone buy any of it? Would it matter if they didn’t?
So it is a stretch. And a risk. Not a huge one, but one that will continue day after day.
Right now, I feel like risking lunch.
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