I have a long list of things I've been thinking about writing up, but between being sick for two months, having some lovely oral surgery and planning my first trip to Seattle... My head kind of hurts. And then there's the I-haven't-written-in-so-many-days-that-it's-all-going-to-be-crap-now thing. That does happen. So, despite having only posted twice in the month of February, I have signed up LostGirls for the March NaBloPoMo on BlogHer. I knew February might not turn out well for writing, but I don't want to get too far off track and I have enough in the works (with a little help from my friends) that I can actually promise some fun posts this month.
For Lost in DC, I'm examining all that I love and hate about the DC Metro Area while deciding whether or not I'll be leaving it for good.
And for LostGirls in general, this month's BlogHer NaBloPoMo theme couldn't be timelier:
Obviously I'm not entirely unfamiliar with taking risks, having just moved to DC from California in 2011. But part of the reason why we take risks is to get out of things that we know simply aren't working. My situation here is certainly that. It was a nice try and I don't regret having done it, but...well, I'll be writing a long post about that this week. And Risk is something all of us here at LostGirls can sink our teeth into, so you will also be hearing from people here other than myself!
But let's start with today's prompt: "Do you think it's better to play it safe or take risks?"
In all honesty, there are appropriate times for each of those. And only you can decide when those times are. I think taking the risk to come to DC wasn't a bad choice overall, but I also see now how playing it safe for a few more months there and really figuring out where I wanted to end up might have been a wiser decision. But a life without risk seems like no life at all to me. If you don't take risks, large and small, you will be missing great opportunities. Even those horrible mistakes that result from some risks are worth something.
The two times I've moved from the West Coast to the East Coast have turned out to be bummers, but I learned from both and those experiences definitely changed me in some very good ways. I gained perspective that I didn't have before. I grew up in some ways that were certainly needed. I made new friends and had new experiences that I wouldn't have had if I'd stayed in California, where I grew up, surrounded by familiar surroundings and all my lovely long-time friends. I don't like the idea of stagnating and it's one of those things that happens without you noticing!
My goal right now is to find a place to call home that I won't want to leave. A place where I can spend the rest of my days without feeling like I'm suffocating in the sameness of it all. Who among us is not looking for the right fit? And how on earth could we find it without a little (or a lot of) risk?