Risks, rewards and role models.
Recently I took a risk. A personal risk. A calculated risk. Maybe it wasn't much of a risk at all; maybe it was only a risk to the lizard brain. But a risk nonetheless.
The rewards were delightful. Warm. Happy-making. Exciting. Life-affirming. And -- ironically -- comforting. Even though risk isn't supposed to be comfortable.
When I wrote the one-act play "Something in the Water" for Script Frenzy some years ago, I got stuck at times, holding back on something that struck too close to home. What assumptions would people make about me if I wrote about this, or that? But I wrote those things in anyway knowing two things: that I never had to show anyone the script if I didn't want to, and the closer I got to the bone, the better the writing was.
Now I'm ready to get comfortable with risks again. (Intentional use of irony.) Because the rewards are just. that. wonderful.