Anyway, I’ve always played it safe. Chosen the road well traveled by, rather than the untrod pathway. But there have been times when I’ve been filled with a burning desire to “go rogue” ~ I recall my teenage years when I became an anti-war sympathizer (that would be Vietnam war), and a women’s rights activist. But ditching college after freshman year to get married sort of put paid to all my counter-revolutionary tendencies.
The risk taking has remained all in my mind. These days, I dream about tossing aside my job and going bohemian, living off my savings, maybe traveling around the world a time or two. Dusting off those novels gathering dust on my “C” drive. Living the life of the artist…
But I know I’ll never be brave enough to take the necessary risks to make that happen. After all, I was raised to be responsible and practical, to be safe and sound. Alas, after 50 some odd years, those are hard habits to break.
How about you? Are you a risk taker? Or not?