I think I have gotten a lot better at taking risks in the last year or so. I think I’m referring mostly to interpersonal risks. Like being more of my real self across as many situations as possible. Saying things that are hard and scary, but need to be said. Being honest about my own fears and flaws. Being my true feelings instead of putting up a mask.
And some interest stuff, like asking friends to accompany me to shows that I like (women’s studies events, poetry readings, etc.) so that I don’t have to do everything I enjoy by myself or, more likely, not at all. Submitting more research to things, even when I am afraid it will get rejected.
And one of the newest ones: I am going to a Writer’s Guild workshop in my city. I read about it in a local town newsletter, and I decided to find out more about it. The people in the group are probably WAY more advanced in writing than me, since a lot of them are published, but what the heck. This might be an awesome growth opportunity. It’s for a couple of hours on a Saturday at the public library. The topic is on publishing an autobiography; something I have been wanting to do for a LONG time. It’s already at least half-written. I have a lot of crap to share with the world.
I can’t tell you how good all of this feels. It’s like I am a new person. A freer person. A happier person. For probably the first time in my entire life, I like myself. Pretty awesome stuff.
<—Me & Greg in our younger days
