Joy is Risky



Thoughts are always tumbling around in my head. Sometimes, they're worth my time; other times, I scrap them.


One that is surfacing now is how joy and risk are intertwined.


I could live a safe life: never go anywhere, never do anything, never say anything. Never put myself out there. Never rock the boat. Never try anything new.


And I would be safe.


I wouldn't get flack. I wouldn't get in trouble. I wouldn't have heartbreak. I wouldn't have disappointments. I wouldn't be embarrassed. I wouldn't have wasted time or money on anything that may not turn out the way I hope.


And I wouldn't have joy.


All those times of trying new things, meeting new people, going to new places, are risky. Maybe I'll get hurt. Maybe I'll make choices that I regret later.


And maybe it'll bring more joy than I ever knew.


Sometimes, it brings joy and pain, and it's okay for those two factors to be present in the same scenario.


As I look back on life, there are definitely choices I made that I wish I could reverse. But I've also known, and will continue to know, so much joy because I'm choosing not to be afraid to try new things.