Going out on a limb is really hard for some people, those individuals that don't handle change well, don't want to disrupt their stable world and those that are afraid of fallout from taking a risk.
Then there's me.
It seems I've taken up residence out on a limb. I'm not sure when it happened or why I'm still there but I seem to survive better, no... thrive, when I'm not firmly nestled into a proverbial tree trunk. Granted, I don't think my mother would agree too much with me. I believe she finds my slightly precarious position unnerving and foolish. Fortunately, I have found another human who thrives out on a limb and he's happy sharing our little branch of life. I think this also causes my mom to worry, nothing like two headstrong individuals to make life interesting! I'm not sure what he expected but so far so good.
The risks I've taken, to some aren't huge, but they certainly have been life-changing. Not all have gone well or resulted in what I'd hoped but the excitement of getting there and the challenges along the way have made it worthwhile. Luckily, I have formed a great network of friends who by habit or sheer nerve applaud and encourage my nesting here on the edge. A friend once told me that she didn't know how I managed to handle all the uncertainty that surrounded me, I told her... "Things change every day, I just have days that always change and I'm not afraid of that. Things work out they way they are supposed too."
Out on a limb is where the fruit is. Not always is it sweet, or ripe, or perfect but it is satisfying.
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