Isn’t it?
Even staying still and not doing a thing.
Too much stillness, you risk stagnation.
I would say that the big obvious risks are more dramatic, but the little ones have changed my existence and experiences just as significantly.
When I was young, I was instructed, and tried, to do all the ‘right’ things so I could insure that nothing bad would happen. The things that were ‘correct’ according to the world, were not always easy for me, but I struggled to do them. I often became frustrated with myself for falling short or ‘failing’.
If ever I risked listening to myself, just following my inner voice, I would feel both good and bad. Bad for not complying, good for not complying.
I did that enough to get used to it. Sort of. The more I do it, the easier it gets.
What I think I learned, is that I can trust my intuition. If something feels off, I know its not right for me. It might be right for another, which was another thing, because I was taught growing up that there was only one right way. Anything else was wrong.
I spent years doing everything ‘wrong’, because I had to. (I was sure I was wired wrong).
Wrong is an interesting absolute.
Life is luckily long enough to learn a thing or two about
perspective…
I risked not listening to my parents, society, teachers, friends, religious leaders, anyone, when the direction felt off.
Little things that added up to a somewhat feral heart. No apologizes now, looking back I was practicing courage. I didn’t know it at the time, but the big and little risks of listening to me incrementally helped me see me, and be me and know me better.
Which might be the whole point…
Peace Kit 