Yesterday, I met up briefly with my friend Erin because I needed a little pep talk. I’ve had a lot on my mind, and she’s a big doer. When she heard I was down, she immediately suggested we get together, and I immediately took her up on it because I always leave her more energized than when I arrived.
Erin’s quite a bit younger than I am, but she’s focused and diligent and amazingly accomplished in business, among other things. She just thinks a little differently than anyone else I know. I take that back. She thinks a lot differently than anyone else I know.
Yesterday, when we were talking about some of the decisions I’m facing, we ran head on into my risk averse nature. I am typical woman in that I crave security. I need stability and certainty, and I need to know what tomorrow holds, so much so that I sometimes squelch the life right out of it. I plan and chart and manage my life…sometimes to a sickening degree. (That’s me talking. Not Erin. She’s much kinder than that.)
Erin challenged me to work on taking risks. She challenged me to start small. What risky thing can I try that isn’t go broke sort of risky? How can I step out of my comfort zone just a little bit? When she asked those questions, I realized that I had absolutely no answers. I’m so risk averse that I can’t even think of small risky things to do. My mind just doesn’t seem to want to go there, but I think it needs to do just that. I need it to do just that.
So that’s my challenge to myself: to find little risks I can take while I work (in my methodical, planned, and managed way) towards being more willing to take risks.