No, I don’t kayak the ocean or climb big mountains. Put my life at risk.
You think I’m crazy?
Not my thing.
I like to step out in life. You know, take chances.
Hey, if you don’t think it was a huge risk to move to California in 1984, a place where I knew no one and had no job?
Well, you’d be mistaken. But I took a chance.
Overall, it was a good move.
At the time, though, it looked like it could be a dumb one.
And it was a bigger risk than you might think to reconcile with a man 26 years after our divorce.
Now THAT got my heart beating. Definitely didn’t have a saddle for that.
But here’s the thing:
Life is pretty forgiving of most screw-ups, as long as you pick the risk carefully.
Here’s my test: I ask myself, “What’s the worst thing that could happen?”
And if it’s tolerable?
I’ll ride that wild horse all the way to the end.
It’s a test that’s always worked for me. I highly recommend it.