Thinking about big risks in life….
There are a lot of things that I’ve really wanted to do that I have done- going back to school for nursing as an adult in my forties (!) was one of them.
But there are still things in my heart that I’d love to do that require a certain level of risk.
Travel- I’ve done a bit of travel in my days. But sometimes I’ll come across a special type of trip- a retreat, a trek in another country, a spiritual care program- something where I just think to myself, wow, I would love to do that.
But any one of these requires risk on my part, not any life-threatening risk mind you, just the risk of taking the time off, committing financially (and making the sacrifices necessary to do that), and doing it. Not knowing if I’m really going to like it, but what if I love it?
What if?
I think it’s the risk of opening up to a completely new experience. And letting go of the outcome.
A small risk that I’ve been meaning to take is to make this steamed bread that takes 24 hours in the oven to bake. It’s from a Scandinavian cookbook I found. I think I’ll try the small risk first. 🙂

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