Risk (5-Minute Friday)

5-Minute Friday on a Saturday Morning

RISK

Risk--at Lisa Jo formerly Gypsy Mama

And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud 

was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. ~Anais Nin~

It's tough taking a risk. I risk embarrassment by saying something stupid, or embarrassment by wearing or doing the wrong thing. I risk failure. I risk bruising my pride.

I risk imperfection.

I'll admit, I'm chicken when it comes to risk. The few times I've risked something really large, I've failed. {Submitting to regional parenting magazines, for example. Or the One Big Christian Women's magazine a few years ago--again, rejection.}

I allow those failures to color grey over my self-confidence, my not-adventurous but dreaming spirit, my God-given personality.

This is something I'd change about myself if I could. But I can't do it on my own.

I feel very strongly at this moment that this summer will be about the risk to blossom, instead of remaining in my tight little secure bud. Because sitting in my house, afraid to venture forth (in more ways than one), is not what I imagined this summer to be. It's not what I want, even though it's safe and secure.