I am not a risk taker.
I am not the kind of person who jumps out of airplanes, takes spontanous road trips, or tries new and daring fashions.
I do not ride roller coasters or motorcycles, I don’t walk up to people and strike up conversations, and I don’t make decisions unless I’m almost positive of the outcome.
I am the type of person who chooses the safe career of librarianship over a career in paleo-anthropology because someone thought that I couldn’t do it. I am the type of person who doesn’t move to England for graduate school, choosing to hide behind an excuse of “it’s too expensive”.
I make safe choices. Safe choices that could also be described as boring or cowardly.
I have a choice to make right now. To take a risk or stay at home. To try something that may work and be amazing or play it safe.
But I’m afraid.
Afraid of having my heart broken. Afraid of doing something I may regret. Afraid of not doing something and regretting it.
So I have to make a choice. Take a chance and risk my heart? Or stay safe and risk regret?