“The person who risks nothing, does nothing, has nothing, is nothing, and becomes nothing.” – Leo F. Buscaglia
A tad dramatic don’t you think? But then again I suppose there’s a bit of truth there. I don’t fancy myself a risk-taker. I’m more of a planner, a play-it-safe kind of gal. (I think my first trip to Vegas is proof of that.) Even my backup plans have backup plans.
But I guess no life is without a bit of risk, regardless of how intentional it is. Sometimes I cross the street without looking both ways. I also talk to strangers, ignore best-by labels (not without consequence), indulge in a fifth beer, and I’ve even, on occasion, run with scissors. Watch out world!
Tell your readers about the biggest risk you’ve taken in life right now
I suppose the biggest risk I’ve taken in life so far was quitting my lofty full-time job with benefits in favor of freelancing. Although it was the right decision, I had never been tasked with finding my own clients and creating my work. My stomach was doing somersaults. What if I failed?
But in doing so, I learned how to really listen to myself and trust what my instincts are telling me to do. It also taught me that no job is worth not being happy. Even if that job is in a beach-front office. I’ve been freelancing for over a year now and I’m still happy with my decision. I love the projects I’ve been a part of and I love the freedom I have to pursue projects that I believe in.
What would you risk if you had the nerve?
I’d take whatever my backpack could hold and randomly pick a destination while standing in front of the Departures board at the airport. Then I’d spend a few weeks, or maybe months, bouncing from one place to the next.
I’d stop worrying about money and self-doubt and go back to school full-time to finish up my degree. Ideally I would love to work toward becoming a medical examiner. I’ve also toyed around with becoming an anatomy and physiology teacher, studying mortuary science, or even EMT training.
I think the biggest part of risk is overcoming the fear of failure. “What if?” stops me from doing so much (except running with scissors, obviously). I guess I’ve got some work to do!