It wasn’t very long ago that my biggest risk was drinking vodka in excess to tempt fate. Would I finally get alcohol poisoning and die in my sleep?
Now sober and clear headed, I find I’m increasingly disappointed in myself for taking the path of the meek and timid. My risk avoidance takes shape in many quiet ways. I’m afraid to speak my mind in tough situations because I’m afraid of conflict and being ridiculed. I ignored my desire to write because I was afraid I’d be terrible. I weigh too much because I’m afraid to look stupid at the gym or yoga class. I have a career that is not at all fulfilling because I’m just plain scared of failure. These examples are just the beginning.
Today, something changed, or, more accurately, snapped. The perfect storm finally slapped me hard in the face. I’ve been writing for a bit. It it isn’t enough. Sober me needs to grab life by the horns before it’s too late.
Tomorrow will be a very different day!