Taking a Chance and Learning to Live

3 years ago

I have never been a big fan of taking risks. They always seemed a bit unnecessary to me. I have always been quite content to live life with my feet planted firmly on the ground, my ass firmly in a chair and only my head in the clouds. But then something happened. 

I realized I was miserable. 

One day I woke up and realized I had spent nine looooooong years at a job I couldn't stand just because of the paycheck and benefits. Yes, those are great and responsible reasons to stay in a job, but I didn't feel like I was living. Everyday was the same thing. The view never changes when you sit in a cubicle and it can drive you mad.

So when the opportunity came up for my dream job I jumped at the chance. Nope, not true. I eased into like the chicken shit I am. I literally weighed the pros and cons of taking this chance for two months until my husband could no longer take it and told me to jump. So I did. 

With a newfound sense of adventure I gave my notice at my steady, reliable job and jumped into being a freelance writer. For two solid weeks I was in my own geeked out Heaven. I love nothing more than to write and I was finally getting paid to do it. 

Then the ball dropped and I was jobless. 

When things like this happen to someone who is not a risk taker, the world around them implodes. I seriously had a massive meltdown that can only be described as pathetic.

I thought for sure I had ruined our lives financially and that we were certain to be living in our van down by the river. It reinforced my belief that taking chances is stupid. But once I recovered I started to see things a bit differently. 

I had to get out of my comfort zone to see what I was made of. There is no  point in having a dream if you don't chase it. I want my kids to know that it doesn't matter how old you are, if something is worth having you have to work for and go get it. I now have writing experience that will help me get other writing jobs and I will search for other work to go with it. 

Now that I know what I'm capable of I feel a little better. I can't say that I'm going to go base jumping or skydiving, but I can say I'll get my ass off the chair more often and live a little. 

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