In Others’ Words: Risk Free
I used to think of risk as a bad thing. Something to be avoided, if I was smart — and I certainly considered myself to be smart.
And then I realized there were things I wanted to accomplish, dreams I wanted to pursue … and they were just beyond my grasp. I had to push myself, I had to reach farther, so much so that I felt off balance … as if I might fall flat on my face. I might fail.
But the pursuit of the dream was worth the risk. There was no going back to being safe.
I’m in a place right now where I feel as if I’ve put it all on the line in some ways … living the dream, yes, but doing the hard work that the dream demands. And right now life is more hard work then daydreaming.
Reality is, there’s no going back now. I’ve said yes — opened my arms and my heart wide to this dream. I’ve made a commitment to it.
Risky business? Oh yes, yes, it is. But I’ve found there’s no turning back once you’ve exchanged safety for living life — real and risky.
In Your Words: When have you chosen risk over safety — and found the life, the dream, you longed for?
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