To say that I have a low tolerance for risk taking would be an understatement on par with claiming it is a little chilly in Antarctica. I am big on safety belts, looking both ways before crossing the street, and contingency plans. I plan for every possible series of events, interruptions, or problems. I calculate distances, travel times, and the amount of food and drink that will be needed for trips, even though, as my husband has pointed out more than once, we could literally get in the car with nothing more than a credit card and be just fine. The point is, I like to be prepared so that I will be able to avoid (nasty) surprises. And yet, despite this, life has still managed to throw me some major curve balls. I have been run over, in a church parking lot no less. I have experienced an earthquake in a major theme park. I have even been held at gunpoint by the police, because someone made a prank call involving my license plate number and an expected narcotics deal.
I need to take more risks.
But I am afraid.
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