When is the last time you took a risk? How did it work out?

I’m seeing a trend in the prompts lately, and you might think it would have gotten easier to answer them after being introspective of my life to cover the variations on risks and regrets. Well, it’s not any easier today than it was the last couple of times.

On the subject of “risks” I would hazard to guess most people will have a similar understanding or underlying assumption, and that is risks can have consequences. Sure, there are usually positive outcomes in the form of rewards, too, but we don’t think of the consequential outcomes as being a simple negative with zero detrimental impact toward ourselves. More often it is that consequences are hurtful and/or scary.

With all that in mind, I honestly can’t recall the last or most recent time I took a risk that held a potential consequence that could be detrimental to my life or livelihood. So, the latest risk? It was probably last year when I finally took my motorcycle out after getting it running again. Every time I go out on my bike I have to remain vigilant because I’m just a squishy sack of meat, blood, and bone that would lose in a fight against a four-wheeled vehicle. I don’t want to be a meat crayon, so I try to minimize the risks there by wearing protective gear.

Anyways, it worked out fine, no accidents or hospital visits, and I’ll very likely be taking my bike out again when the weather finishes warming up around here.