Isn’t it funny how we view risk and assess it depending on where we are in our lives at the time and our perspective?
I often find that when I’m at my best I’m happy to take risks, try new things and try to move things along, but when I’m in the middle of a risk taking phase, risk seems terrible and horrible and I yearn for safety and routine and rhythm.
I’m not sure I’ll ever get to the bottom of this conundrum.
When I’m scared I want safety and when I have safety I do things that scare me.
Perhaps that’s where progress comes from? But when you’re scared it seems like the worst possible strategy.