Risk Taker

If someone asked me to describe myself in ten words or less “risk taker” would not be on the list. I have never really considered myself to be adventurous. Although I have had aspirations of exhibiting great courage or boldness I never really thought of actually following through unless, of course, it is on behalf of someone else. Being a responsible adult does not allow the luxury of playing the odds. At least that has been my belief…or so I thought. Generally, I do not venture far from the beaten path. I prefer the way more traveled…it’s safer. Predictable. And, over time, offers the greater return on investment. So I was astonished when my mother told me I was a risk taker and that she wished she were more like me (at least in that regard). Having recently completed some do-it-yourself renovations on my home, I shared a few pictures with her. She was amazed and proud of me for taking risks. I thought about that…let the words sink in…and realized I actually am a risk taker. Perhaps not in the commonly conceptualized meaning. I certainly am not climbing mountains, jumping out of airplanes, or depleting my savings on a high stakes business venture. Instead I appear to have found my own brand of risk taking. I dapple in fashion with many successes as well as those unforgettable faux pas. Then there was the relocation to a neighboring city in the pursuit of higher education, which resulted in a triumphant ending, and, as heretofore stated, utilizing my creativity in home décor. And, last, but certainly not least, blogging. I have wanted to be a writer since childhood and having this venue allows that to happen on a small scale. Who knows, perhaps another triumphant ending is headed my way. Regardless, upon reflection, it appears that my mother was once again correct… I am a risk taker after all.