It’s Friday morning and time to meet up with Lisa-Jo Baker — Tales of a Gypsy Mama, who spreads a feast before us consisting of a challenge:
1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. Please visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments.
Today’s word is RISK, and here’s my best five minutes . . . .
LIFE IS RISKY! . . .
When I saw the word “risk,” I thought what can I write about risk. I’m definitely NOT a risk taker, don’t know anything about risk.
Then I thought again — life is about risk, it’s risky business!
I wake up in the morning not knowing what lies ahead. But I plant my feet on the floor and face the day.
I got married — twice! Each time taking a risk. The first time was riskier than I could have believed. I thought I was loved, but I wasn’t.
To marry a second time was really taking a risk. And after 31 years, the risk has been proven not to be so risky after all.
Then during that first marriage, I (note I said “I”) decided a baby could perhaps save a failing marriage. Talk about taking a risk! Husband No. 1 had no capacity to love and asking him to be a father was a risk, and our marriage deteriorated further.
Being a mom was risky. What did I know? Everybody said, “Oh, it comes naturally!” But I’d had a dysfunctional childhood. Would I be able to set that aside and do parenting the way it should be done. Another risk taken.
I guess I’ll have to restate my first thought, “Yes, I am a taker of risks. After all, life itself is risky!