Taking risks…

I have never been one for taking risks. I was always the good little girl who did not take risks. I was the one who behaved.

But the one I married has always (and I mean ALWAYS) encouraged me to take risks. I don’t mean skydiving, white water rafting or rock climbing. Well, I take that back he did try to get me to go climbing at Seneca Rocks but I politely declined.

My definition and his definition of taking a risk are often as different as night and day. However, over 23 years ago we both took and risk. We took a risk on each other.

Sorry, got a little sentimental and sappy there for a minute, but it does apply to taking risks. Now back to your regular scheduled blog post. Taking risks…

At times it has been hard to listen to all his risk taking encouragement for all the clutter that has been stuck in my head. However, the clutter seems to have been taken out with the trash or donated and only we (my husband & I) remain in this crazy head of mine.

I am now listening and beginning to take risks in life without injuring any body parts.

I was often so insecure about writing that I would never let my voice shine through. When I worked for a newspaper I wrote the facts. The facts are easy and my voice wasn’t important. Who, what, where, when, why and how come were the important things to read about.

With this blog I hope I am able to find my own voice and for me it is taking a risk not knowing what readers will have to say. But at some point as a writer you have to take a risk so your voice can be heard.

Will the reception of others be welcoming? Will people hate what I have to say? These questions swirl in my head. Just calling myself a writer is me taking a risk, but I guess I can’t take it back now.

Ok, I think I have taken enough risks for one day.

My husband on the other hand is still considering skydiving.

“When in doubt, just be!”

~Heather Kinder