Of late, I’ve been thinking a lot about the definite. Actions that can’t be undone. Words that can’t be taken back.
For good and bad, I’ve often avoided many of these situations, because the absolute is a scary spot. It’s live or die, it’s black or white. The fear makes it too easy to not accept the risk.
But more and more, the world around me seems to be encouraging taking a stand, making a step, marking a line and going for it. The things that you can’t go back on.
Some of it is unfortunate, facing the music as a result of my own stupidity, like a speeding ticket that used up $300 dollars I certainly would have loved to use elsewhere.
Some of it is going to be positive, like going ahead with the plan to make the Cartoon Curling Challenge happen this season.
Some of it is making me nervous, like decisions on the future, those calls that could change the whole course of a life.
It’s a paradigm shift and it’s easy to choose to stay safe, ensconce yourself in a productive and satisfactory lifestyle, never putting yourself out there, never testing your own limits and challenging yourself further.
But that’s not much fun. Fortes fortuna adiuvat.