outside the comfort zone .

More and more as the years go by I realize that I have a huge problem stepping outside my comfort zone. I'm a worrier and a planner -- when I traveled in Europe, I made myself itineraries every time I went somewhere on my own. I had bus routes, plane tickets, places to go and ways to get there, emails and phone numbers; literally a place by place list of where I was going each day. Sometimes I had even written down places to eat. I hate not knowing what I'm doing or where I'm going. This neurotic sense is only cured by the comfort of things that I know that are "safe."

taking chances .

I think that I've always sort of had risk embedded into my blood. I like to jump in and go all or nothing on something, and not really half-ass anything. That being said, sometimes that's a good thing and other times it's a bad thing. It really depends on the situation. And yet, even if everything turns out terrible and the shit hits the fan beyond belief, I think I'm always better for the experience.