Nothing to Fear . . .
I have a really awesome friend, who loves to go for things, try something new and scary, and seems to on the surface never worry about it. I give her credit and wish I could be so bold, I do try with a great deal of trepidation to step out of the “box,” as she has so kindly put it, and just try. I guess it is what makes us unique, she is the one who can go for that difficult thing, or so it seems to me, and I like to stick with the game plan. Spicing it up is not really part of my repertoire and I don’t really feel successful when I try to accomplish the lofty goals I really would love to set. I know failure is not necessarily a bad thing, it can have its positive and life-affirming impact in the end, so they tell me. Failure doesn’t really scare me so much, to be honest, I just like kind of knowing a head of time if there is even the slightest chance for success and if I can’t say there is, I say, ah, why go for it. Sitting here on a Saturday night I think to myself, why am I blogging about this, haha. Quite philosophical silly of me and I wax poetic as if anyone really cares about my little take on life and very important regular matters.