Because a challenge is a risk and a risk is a challenge. Mostly.
I’m a bit tired… Mr. man has been away all week on business and I’m in my second week of the flu. We’re in the middle of a huge ice/snow storm. I sort of slept on the couch last night with the tv on to our local weather because of the huge ice storm in 2009. We were having (and still are) connectivity issues last night so ach…just too much.
And it seems like all I’ve been thinking about since October is Risk and Challenge. So I’m going to take a different spin on it.
I consistently take risks when I refuse to be bullied. I speak up. I speak up when I am treated badly. And I was. And it got to be too much. And it happened when people were around and it was worse when they weren’t. And I spoke up and it was horrible. If I had it to do over again, I would just leave and state why in the exit interview. I guess I had to get pushed to the wall to leave this one though.
It was a bad bad 6 week process but it catapulted me into something that is much better. And the better thing holds a lot for me to learn and is a big challenge.
There’s more but I’m honestly just tired of revisiting the same lessons. I don’t know how many times you try to forgive and rebuild or if there is an end to that road.
I do know this…you fail 100% of the time you don’t try. I think I’ll always take certain kinds of risks, ones that involve learning or creativity..but maybe in some instances…after learning things the hard way…it’s time to just stop.