if he had played it a little less safe and taken a right turn or even a "wrong" turn here or there. "Even if it ended up a dead end and I had to do a u-turn and start all over again, maybe I would be in a happier place now and I would know that at least I tried something new, something different."
So, safe isn't always best? It may be a good query to think about. Does safe mean you are less likely to take risks? If that is the case then I definitely have NOT stayed on the straight road. I seem to be attracted to risks or they are attracted to me. What leads us to make certain choices? Is it based on hunches or gut feelings? Maybe we rely on our experience or past? Perhaps we use knowledge and wisdom as our guide. Wisdom is the coming together of knowledge and experience: the knowing how to use the knowledge you have gained based upon common sense (that we sometimes lack) and the experiences that we have already trudged through. Often times, we ignore the answer we receive from the wisdom we have gained because we do not want that answer. We don't want to leave the path we are on, to take the risk. We enjoy the coasting because making a turn might be uncomfortable. We might have to stretch a bit. We might have to think a smidge more. If you did make that turn and it became very clear that it was the wrong turn, that maybe now you had to turn back and find the straight road, once more, what have you really lost? A little time, a little confidence, maybe. But what have you gained? I know you know this one, of course you have gained wisdom. You have added one more notch in your gut. You have built a decision-making platform where you can stand, looking all about you, giving you a better vantage point.
Use your wisdom. Take a risk. It doesn't get much worse than failing to burn.
day. As I backed out of my driveway, my head told me it was mistake to drive into work today. As I proceeded down the main road off the hillside where I live, the roadblock told me it was a mistake to go into work today. I turned around, pulled into my driveway, ran up the two flights of stairs to my daughter's room and told her to take the more obscure road off the moutain and then I got back in my car and took that obscure road, still not listening to my head. When I arrived on the main highway out of town, it was blocked off, mudslides and crashing waves across the road prevented safe passage. I turned around and started to take the other way out when a text from my neightbor popped up on my mobile stating that the toll road was closed. That shot my next plan. As I pulled into a gas station, my head once again, this time screaming at me, told me to stay off the roads and go home. This time, I listened. I turned around and went home.
Many times, in this life, we are confronted with opportunities to challenge ourselves, to take a risk, necessary or otherwise, that might either result in a great reward or question your metal or prove stubbornness or expose stupidity. I couldn't see a reward, my metal is already strong enough, and stubbornness or stupidity are not the best qualities to hone. So, after much cajoling, my head beat out my stubbornness and stupidity.
Maybe nothing would have happened, maybe my drive would have just been longer than usual. Maybe I would have arrived in one piece and maybe my day would have been completely fine. But I chose to be safe, rather than sorry. I chose to listen to something I have learned to trust over the years, my gut.
The risk that I might not make it home to my kids this evening hovered over me. The risk that I might get in an accident kept bugging me. Listening skills are important - and when I didn't listen to my head, I did finally listen to the roadblocks. As I flipped the French Toast in the pan and called my kids to the table, I looked at each and realized that the hardest decisions are usually the right ones.
ly worded) networking request. I have written a "not safe for work" response in my mind over and over but will I send it? Of course not. You never know where this person will end up or if/when our paths might cross again. So I have to play nice. Take the high road. Help if I can, politely decline if I can't. And maybe watch one of those revenge movies tonight. :)…
or visibility, and crazy drivers who seemed unaffected by these conditions. I was more fortunate than several drivers I passed to have arrived home safely with my vehicle and sanity intact.
I have heard stories from friends in London who are facing bitter cold and severe winter weather, as well as those in the Midwest who recently received a lovely gift of two feet of snow and, of course, all over winter is making itself known. That same winter that arrives each year yet somehow we forget and many of us are ill-prepared for the havoc it inevitably wreaks and the change it evokes in our daily lives, at least until spring.
It was just three or four weeks ago, that my own town had record-breaking high temperatures that everyone complained about, too. We face weather with uncertainty because we must - we cannot predict what it will toss our way. The only thing we can do is try to be prepared for, well.., anything. With a little preparation, we can have a bit more confidence to face what we need to face.
But..., there's also something to be said for knowing when to walk away. Knowing when to come in out of the rain, knowing when to concede to the weather and knowing when it's time to drive more safely and look out for others.
I am sure you can see where I could take this and how I would twist in a metaphor but I will leave it with these...
Better safe than sorry.
Know when to fold 'em.
You get the picture...
r dreams coming true. Yes, I was that big-eyed student trying to soak up as much information as possible ready to take on the world before I graduated. Then, once I started the job hunt, I realized - my generation has to settle. We have to settle for mediocore jobs in fields that are probably not even close to what we dreamed of our entire life. Granted, I went through many dreams and changed what I wanted to be when I grew up every so often, but I still think about that "dream" job that I don't have because it just wasn't in the books. The job I have now is amazing and I love being a recruiter, but sometimes I look up to see a plane stretching across the sky and think "What I would do to be that pilot." Maybe one day. :)
To wrap up my rambling, I think that our generation is really just afraid to dream - afraid our hopes will get crushed. Everyone is taking the safe road by picking fields that are still hiring. It's a sad reality and hopefully, one day soon, we can remind kids how great it is to dream and to dream big. …
Added by Fawn Price at 10:52am on September 7, 2011