it's another day.
just another day.
i tend to make my life predictable to feel safe, which bored me. boring is a generous word to describe a repeated life. the real feeling ultimately became - i'm scared, that each day is merely a repetition of the last.
i'm scared it's another day, just another day.
i've grown accustomed to resisting change due to my apprehension when it comes to dealing with uncertainty. i wonder if i'm truly mitigating risks or if, in my caution, i'm squandering opportunities.
i was watching a talk about risk management as an investor. missing out on a company with the potential for 50-fold growth carries a much higher cost than trying to avoid risk, which the loss is just 1x the investment money.
it is so true. i must be a very bad risk manager, of myself.
now i realize i'm scared of a repeated life. i'll become a better risk manager by first breaking the predictable life cycle: have surprises; try new things; get out of my bed and play with the dirt in nature.
i need to leave behind the cocoon of predictability that has held me captive for far too long, so i'm not scared.
(i don't want to regret when my hair grays with age)
tonight: i'm going to learn how to check my car's tire pressure and how to pump air, and how to pay gas in cash which i just realized i'm paying much more using card.
it's another day.
not just another day.
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