Risky business...

I’ve never been much of a risk taker, in fact I much prefer to play it safe than to live dangerously, but recently something in the back of my mind has been telling me I need to let go and do something crazy. I’m not really sure what that something is, but there’s a feeling in the bottom of my stomach telling to live a little bit more.

I’m not saying I have a sudden urge to jump out of an aeroplane or bungee off a cliff, but I do feel like I am ready for a new challenge, the only problem is I’m just not sure what it is. Part of me wants to pack my bags and go exploring, but I wouldn’t have a clue where to start. Besides the thought of imitating Mr Stevens driving around the country in my clapped out old KA doesn’t quite have the appeal that Ishiguro wrote about.

I always admire people who do have the guts to act on their feelings though because it shows strength and determination, something I feel I may be lacking. Take my friend, Becky, for example. A week ago she told me she was moving to Hong Kong with her boyfriend after he was offered a promotion at work. Now if that isn’t amazing, I don’t know what is! I know I’m going to miss her loads, but there’s nothing to stop me from getting on a plane and going to visit her.

Maybe that’s why I’m feeling the way I do now, because I’m lacking some excitement in my life. Perhaps the long, cold winter we have had has reduced me to a serious case of cabin fever and steered me away from my happy place!

The time has come though; a change will be good…providing of course I make the right one, but I guess only time will tell if I do.

Watch this space….