Reasoning at every step he treads, Man yet mistakes his way, Whilst meaner things, whom instinct leads, Are rarely known to stray. William Cowper
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Reasoning at every step he treads, Man yet mistakes his way, Whilst meaner things, whom instinct leads, Are rarely known to stray. William Cowper

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The Biggest Risk You’ve Ever Taken–Postaday2011, Postaweek2011

 

Ok, back on the bloggy horse, for reals this time. I don’t think I can post every day, but I’d like to post a couple of times a week, or a least once a week. I’ll shoot for once a week and see if I can better that. I’d like to find the folks I like online again—I’m enjoying #wineparty on Twitter on Friday nights. It’s taken the place of #lofnotc at least for me. #wineparty is fast and feels like how I imagine speed dating must feel. I enjoy the challenge to come up with pithy tweets though.

So…the biggest risk I’ve ever taken. After about 30 this gets to be a giggle. It seems like everything past the age of 8 has been a risk.

I’ve confronted adults about racism and abuse. When I was young. I can’t go into that further…yet.

I left Fayetteville with one year left of school at the urging of a number of people I probably should have waited BUT—moving to San Francisco was the best thing I’ve ever done. Even if it took me a year laying out and then two years more to graduate because of the differing requirements.

No wait marrying J was the best thing I’ve ever done. That was a huge risk. After being married before and how horrible that was? Yeah I’d vowed I would never marry again. And then I saw him—after being online with him for a year (IM and email lists) and a bolt into my brain said “you are going to marry him.” I ran back into my bedroom and made my roommate talk to him until I composed myself.

No wait—having Bean was the best thing I’ve ever done…which meant leaving R, who I loved very much because I knew I was supposed to be a mother—Both GInormous risks. Having a baby…me? With my background? I was terrified I’d ruin her. Sometimes I still am. I am flawed. Deeply. I’m too self centered. Too terrified. Not crafty enough. But oh…oh how I love her. And so far I haven’t ruined her.

And then there was trying teaching. It turned out that becoming a classroom teacher is not for me but finally I know that dream—the one I’ve had since I was in high school—was the wrong thing. Resolving that, even with the expense and angst was totally worth it.

Moving back to Fayetteville was a huge risk. Mostly it’s been successful, though I admit to missing SF more and more all the time. Maybe after Em’s older, the economy recovers and ….

Well that would be another risk then wouldn’t it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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