I work with children everyday. I live with children everyday. I write about children almost everyday. So you’d think by now, I’d either know it all, or be bored to tears. But it’s really quite the opposite.
I mean yes, some days I think I know it all and I think I’ve learned all that I can learn from these little humans…but it’s SO not true. Everyday I “re-learn” something new. Something I used to know as a young girl, but have forgotten in my adulthood. I re- learn to be more curious. I re-learn to let go of the small things. I re-learn to imagine. And I re-learn to be present.
But the one thing I still haven’t re-learned is to take a risk.
A big risk. One that might have me end up flat on my face, or curled up in the fetal position on my floor with a blanket for days on end. There was a day when I was ready to jump out my bedroom window into the wind with a flannel blanket as a cape because I was SURE I could fly if I just had enough “oomph” behind me. Children are big risk-takers. It’s in their job description.
But as I’ve grown and taken some risks, I’ve hit the ground hard a few times and I’m tired.
Re-learning to be a risk taker is not as simple as it sounds. It’s all about taking it one step at a time, I suppose. One can not jump out of a window unprepared and expect to fly, right?
So… over the course of the winter, you might start seeing a few new things here at Small Potatoes that are proof that I’m practicing to be a risk-taker. And that’s all I’m sayin’.
Thanks for stopping by!
~Arlee, Small Potatoes
This is perfect! Keep life fresh, take a risk! Love you! signed, your proud big sister xo
I can truly relate…even said so in a recent blog celebrating In an Irish Home’s first anniversary. My goal, like yours, over the coming year is to be more authentic when living and writing. Won’t it be interesting to see what comes of it?! Good luck. Can’t wait to read more.