Monday, December 20, 2010

#reverb–Day 18 - Try

“December 18 – Try. What do you want to try next year? Is there something you wanted to try in 2010? What happened when you did / didn’t go for it?”  (Author: Kaileen Elise)

Hmm. That’s a good question. What do I want to try next year?  I have absolutely no idea.  As someone who continually puts off trying almost everything and anything….well, there are just too many options.  Typically, by the time I decide to try the new restaurant down the street…it’s gone out of business.   What amazes me is how I’m always so shocked!  Surprised smile  I mean, if my husband and I had gone to eat there perhaps they’d still be in business.

In a place where we often impose limits, the opportunities for trying new things, doing new things, going to new places and meeting new people are limit-less. Ask, instead, what one doesn’t want to try? I could probably give you a list for that. It would include any foreign delicacy that is made with snails, grasshoppers and the like.

Over the course of the current year I have tried things I never imagined that I would try. Zumba classes were most definitely not on my radar. So to limit myself by creating a list of things I do want to try in the coming year is something I’m not certain I want to do. Perhaps this can be construed as an excuse not to commit to trying new things, but as a recovering anal-retentive-control-freak trying to learn to go-with-the-flow and see what presents itself….well, I’m choosing to see what opportunities appear before me and practice saying “Yes” as apposed to running for my life in the opposite direction.

I do know this, I do want to try and create my own planner. I do want to try and take more photographs. I do want to try and create more mistaeks. I do want to try to doodle more. I do wan to try and write more. I do want to try and interact more. I do want to try….more.

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