I like to be real when I write here. Honest, raw, open, and real. I hate taking risks. Absolutely abhor risk-taking in most forms. I like to know exactly how things are going to turn out before I even start something and if I can’t figure it out, I don’t even want to begin. It’s not something I am proud of, or even a little bit happy about. As a matter of fact, it’s something I have learned to pay attention to.
Why you ask? I’m so glad you asked! I am paying attention to it because over the last year we, as a system, have really started to learn that taking risks is critical to gaining what you want or even need out of life. Nothing worth having or working on in life comes without risks.
Reaching out to someone, asking for help, making friends, joining something new all comes with the risk of rejection. Walking down the street comes with the risk of falling or being hit by a car. Getting out of bed even comes with the risk of breaking an ankle or something. For many of us, life has been unkind and that leads us to want to minimize all risk all the time. We tend to live in a hyper-vigilant state always assuming danger is around the corner waiting for us.
We’re one (well, 63 ish) of those people. And you know what? It’s exhausting. Literally, physically and emotionally exhausting. We end up at home, keeping potential friends at arm’s length, and mostly alone because we don’t want to be hurt. The ridiculous part is that it still hurts.
Gains, like friends, support, new experiences, and growth take a risk.
It’s time to take risks. It’s time to thrive.