I Am A Coward
It’s true. I am a coward. Not just a plain old coward, but a coward of the first magnitude. I am scared to death to try anything new or different. I’m not talking sky-diving here; I’m talking simple things. I don’t like trying new foods; I don’t like trying on new clothing styles. I don’t like ANYTHING new or different. I’m stuck in a rut and I can’t seem to force myself out of it. I’ve been like this for my entire life and frankly, it irritates me beyond belief.
Objectively, I know that new experiences are good for you. I also know that if I buck up my courage and try something different, I don’t regret it.
What I do regret is not having the balls to try things. New experiences, once in a lifetime experiences come my way and I chicken out. I pass on them. I let them go by un-tasted, unchallenged.
Recently, I had the chance to do something out of the ordinary. For the purposes of this discussion, it doesn’t matter what; it only matters that the chance was there. I dithered and puttered about, without making a decision for so long that by the time I decided to go for it, the opportunity had passed. I had missed my chance.
I’ve spent the past few days banging my head into the wall, metaphorically speaking, because I passed up this opportunity. I am vowing here and now not to let this happen again. I have finally realized that I regret the things I don’t do much more than the things I do.
The next time someone offers me the chance to shake things up and try something new, I’m going to pull on my big girl panties and just go for it. To hell with everyone and everything, damn the torpedoes. I’m going for it. I’m going to take that chance and live dangerously.
Watch out world, here I come! (Maybe.)
PS: Happy Canada Day!