Risk

If you want to be awesome, at some point you’re going to need to take a risk.

Unless you’re a total risk-loving beast, you’re probably going to have some angst. No matter the type of risk. Career, love, travel, whatever else.

In fact, the bigger the risk, the more miserable you may feel. And there may be plenty of uncomfortable dithering…

Should I? Shouldn’t I? What if I do? What if I don’t?

I am very familiar with all of the internal conversations. I have them with myself frequently. And all of the rationalizations. Both for and against taking said risk…

But I want it to happen organically. Honestly, is there really such a thing as happening organically? At some point, don’ t you just have to jump?

And then the more painful questions…

Will I look stupid? Will people laugh at me? Will I be rejected? And perhaps most importantly, will I fail miserably?

Possibly. Possibly to all of the above. And that would be awkward. However…

What if you don’t take that risk? Then what are you going to do? Sit around and wonder if you should have? Depending on the import of the risk, will you wonder for the rest of your days how things might have been if you’d just strapped on a pair and took the damn risk?

If you even think that you hear a whisper of a yes coming from the quietest, darkest place in your consciousness, then you better damn well just screw up your courage and do it.

Because even if you fail miserably, you will be a better and stronger person for having tried. And what if you succeed? That’s a possibility, too.

Life is short. Don’t waste it wondering.