So very American.

I love this. Cold winter nights where I can curl up in my bed with a cup of decaf coffee and my thoughts. Lately my thoughts have turned towards living in another country. I’m not sure if I can do it. I’m required to be reading a book called: “The Survival Kit for Living Overseas” Next on the list of required reading is a book called “Crossing Cultures”.
I am so very American.
Will I be able to adapt? I barely speak the language, and I have limited experience in the world outside of suburban America.
Right now is so comfortable, warm and safe in my home with my family, a predictable job, good friends, a great church, even sufficient outlets for my dance and creative impulses.
Now, there have been those all to frequent times when I have felt as though I might die from squelched ambition. Moments where the need to go and do something big, something different was so great, so overwhelming, that I literally couldn’t breathe. If only I could bottle those times and save them to use later, when I feel like I do now: comfortable.

Truth is, I may feel comfortable, but oftentimes the biggest regrets happen in a moment of comfort.
Profound…
If what they say is true, and you regret things you did not do, more often than things you did do, than I would have to say that I fear regret more than mistakes.
It all comes down to risk. Talking about risk some friends a few years back, we all agreed that it all comes down to weighing the possible outcomes. If what I might gain is worth more then I risk losing, or if what I might succeed in is worth any failure, than I have to do it.