Filed under I Think Way Too Much Risks

Day 363-366 Risk: A Lesson In Fear

Day 363-366 Risk: A Lesson In Fear

When I envisioned the weekend of my thirtieth birthday, I imagined Mexican beaches and margaritas. Or karaoke and Asian cuisine. When the weekend got closer and the planning began, I envisioned the circus show we’d be going to, and playing in the park. What I did not imagine was that the days leading up to … Continue reading

Day 362 Risk: Let Go

After nearly ten years together, it’s rare for my husband and I to come out of an argument without something useful. We usually try to sit with each other until we’ve figured out what went wrong, or agree to come back to the problem later. Late, late Monday night the potential for an argument arose, … Continue reading

Day 357 Risk: Read A Short Story At Writing Group

I am loving, absolutely and completely loving my fiction class. From the writing prompts our instructor has given us, I’ve completed three short stories that I can stand behind. And I finally feel ready to read some of this work aloud. There’s an open mic next week, specifically devoted to storytelling, and I’m almost positive … Continue reading

Day 355 Risk: I Took A Risk, But…

As with past posts, I can’t get into details when risks are related to my work. This one in particular was an awkward one. It was wonky and I walked away feeling unsettled. But, even with all the weirdness, I was glad I took the risk. Sorry for two straight days of short posts. As … Continue reading

Day 344 Risk: Attempt A Day Without Interrupting

Day 344 Risk: Attempt A Day Without Interrupting

Hi. My name is D. And I’m a chronic interrupter. It’s a terrible habit, formed from a childhood in an Italian American household. Dinners were loud, boisterous affairs, where dialogue intermixed with gnawing and chewing, where stories were long and drawn out, each member throwing in their own their version. No one held your hand … Continue reading

Day 342 Risk: Take a Day Off for My Honey

Day 342 Risk: Take a Day Off for My Honey

Between taking on an extra job, taking a writing class, and just living in general, my day-to-day life has become packed with obligations, events, work, and tasks. I’m a tired girl. And feel starved for time with my husband. Last Wednesday was our second wedding anniversary. We made a promise to one another two years … Continue reading