Knowledge doesn’t always come in obvious ways. Good damn thing, too, or life would be a simple as television makes it seem with every problem, quandry, or situation resolved in 22:33 (or 43:44 for your “hour” show) and just what fun would that be?
I have a problem with risk taking. This isn’t much of a secret to anyone who actually knows me (hell, I’ve confessed it within these pages) but I’ve come to realize recently that avoiding failure in certain areas of my life by not trying is in reality a type of failure itself. And it’s a type of failure with which I am no longer comfortable. It may not seem much of a revelation but it surprised me when it appeared there on the page this morning.
And while I’m not entirely sure that this revelation falls under the heading of “one happiness inducing thing” it pleases me somehow to include it with the following:
- Starting to get a sense of wholeness
- That the workouts are showing progress (Angela Bassett arms here I come!)
- Craig Ferguson Saturday night at the Warner Theater for an hour’s worth of laughs
- Finally getting a good night’s sleep
- Realizing that the blueberry muffins not turning out quite the way I planned isn’t “failure” but “an excuse to bake more muffins”