It seems to me, at least on this grey, winter morning, that we risk every day. We choose how we will present ourselves, we arise with intention and we greet the world with whatever energy and direction we can muster. Hoping to be received, hoping to end the day feeling some sense of achievement.
In my life I have risked. And I suspect if life had a score board, that my failures far outnumber my successes. That is, if one were to score them based on my intended outcome versus scoring them based on realized benefits.
Mr. Dreamboat and I were walking down a painful Memory Lane yesterday as he was preparing for a meeting to finish his book. As I sat in his office and he read from his jail journal, I admit my mood was abysmal. His accurate account of those painful first days effectively placed me back in that time. I didn’t want to be there to begin with, why would I ever go back?
It took me much of the day just to shake that mood. But as I finally regained my balance and we were able to talk about what we went through and where it has brought us, Mr. D pointed out that the highs are so much higher now, not in spite of the lows but because we plummeted to such depths. It has to be that way.
We are each taking risks today. Some of them are big, but I admit that mine are relatively small. That’s okay. We wax and we wane and we need to respect the cycles. But I submit that on a daily basis we risk, we succeed and often we fail. The key is not in succeeding when we meet our goals, but that we succeed when we find the brilliant truths that lie in failing.