Whining, Wine-ing & Winning

Describe a risk you took that you do not regret.

I almost didn’t answer this one, not because I don’t have an answer…but because the answer feels a little ridiculous when I say it out loud. The risk I took was starting a blog, and I know…that doesn’t sound like a “real” risk.

I didn’t quit a job. I didn’t move across the country. I didn’t do anything dramatic. I just…hit publish, but if you’ve ever put your thoughts out there for strangers to read, you know it is a risk. It’s the risk of no one caring or someone judging wondering why you even said anything in the first place, but still doing it anyway.

I started this as something to do during naps. A distraction. A way to get out of my own head for a few minutes.

Now people show up and people comment. People read my random thoughts about mom life, food, and whatever else I decide to throw out there that day, and today…I turned on ads. This feels wild to even say and I’m not sure if I’m proud of myself or if I feel like a sell out. At some point, this stopped being “just something to do”…and started feeling like something I actually care about. That’s the real risk.

So no, it’s not the biggest, scariest risk in the world…but it’s one I didn’t talk myself out of for once. I don’t regret it for a second.

What’s a risk you took that you’d do again?