I’ve never understood the fear-propaganda/Pinterest totem, “Do one thing every day that scares you.” What masochist wrote that? I’m scared that a pigeon will one day fly too close to my head and get its feet caught in my hair. I’m scared of getting food poisoning ever again. I’m scared of skiing off a mountain. I fail to see the good it would to do to ensure any of that happened.
Perhaps a better wording of that quote — less prescriptive, less deadline-oriented — is: Take more risks.
I love a comfort zone. I’m the kind of person who prefers to take something I know is guaranteed to work, to be good, and polish it to perfection. But in the absence of risk-taking, nothing would ever be new. Self-improvement, career trajectories, fun and love and life itself would creep along at sleepy paces, which is nice when you’re content, or when you need to breathe, but when you’re antsy and starting to scratch for lack of answers, inertia feels like prison. Taking risks can set you free.
The terrifying thing about a risk, of course, is that the result might not be what you hope for, but that unknowability is part of the deal. It makes life interesting. Or at least that’s what they tell me.
This month, rather than focus on resolutions, our theme centers around risk: the rewards of it, the downsides of it, the emotion before, during and after it. It’s scary, but it’s certainly better than pigeon feet.
As always, we want to hear what you’d like to see in line with this theme. Use the comments section below for potential story prompts, and also, tell us about your own personal risks-rather-than-resolutions.
OH MY LORD! AND HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!
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