It is 23 days later…and I think that I am on risk number 3…creating a blog entry for GG! I think it’s pretty safe to say that I am in the remedial class of risk taking AND that means absolutely nothing because I am still committed to taking risks. I am committed that each time they will grow and expand me in areas where I normally shrink!
So far, my risk taking journey has included:
1. Driving with a new GPS device. I was going to drive to the city of San Francisco and pick up passengers with a rideshare company I work for and have GPS navigate in a city that I get lost in as a hobby. I get on the highway, the GPS says go left, and for some reason I don’t hear it and go right. I miss the last entrance to the bridge for San Francisco - coming from across the Bay in Oakland. I end up in the small city of Emeryville, CA. That risk was a bust.
2. I was determined to take a risk on my first challenge day, but first I was hungry. I go to the Emeryville Target and order a pizza from the Pizza Hut there. They tell me that there are no pizzas currently ready and that I’ll have to wait for 7 minutes. Aha!! Risk attempt number 2...I will ask for a free drink for the wait. They told me “no.”
3. Now, I will just risk treating myself. I go shopping in Target and buy clothes I actually needed but just never gave myself permission to buy. Then, I think that it’s actually a little disturbing that I consider it a risk to buy myself clothes…but that’s for another blog post never to come.
4. Two and a half weeks later, I stop ignoring my postponed reminders and buy ingredients to cook a Ghanaian condiment called shito. I’m not Ghanaian, and I only know how to overeat shito. My husband is Ghanaian and I’m a little jealous of his mother who apparently makes the best shito in the world! My husband is so particular about his shito that he, a self-proclaimed shito-making expert, has not even attempted to make it while in the United States. So, of course I will make it! And I will make enough to feed a small village in my first attempt! I nearly cried so many times while making the dish, sometimes because my feelings were hurt, and other times because the oils were jumping out of the pot and giving my hands 3rd degree burns. A voice told me to never try making shito again…and then another voice said, “Wait a second, you tried to make something in the U.S. that not even the shito expert tried to make.” I’m a risk guru!!!
5. Thinking about registering for a triathlon. Well, I also started talking about it too, not because I was any closer to registering, but probably because I got to 'look good'. Then someone called me on my bluff and said to stop talking about it until I register. I did go to register…and then I realized that what stopped me was that as the possibility of a triathlon became real, so did a fear of drowning. So I registered for swim lessons instead. Truth: I have no stamina in the water and I want to live.
6. Day 23…finally writing a blog post. Why? Because I want to! Granted, it’s after midnight and I've spent the whole day acting like I can talk myself out of this!
I clearly have more to work on in this risk taking journey. And even with me being in the remedial class of risk taking I find myself waking up happier. It’s because my subconscious is letting me sleep rather than spending the whole night whispering to me that I am a coward. So, what will you risk?
-Antoinette Bumekpor, GG Guest Blogger