On Taking Risks

So, I had a sort of emotional morning this morning. I mean, I am totally fine but someone I will always care about is totally not and so, anyway, the wheels in my brain have been turning and I was thinking about a conversation I had about someone about the movie Love Actually. And, actually, if you do not love this film or cannot find something in this film that touches you deeply, we can totally not be friends. It is beautifully intertwined stories of love. It is silly. It is pretty. There are pretty people in it. All of the things that you need to make a really good “girl” film, though I hate calling it that. And, it’s centered around the holidays, so you know. I’ve watched it a few times recently.

And I sob big, heaving, cathartic sobs every time.

Let me get to my point. You see, my favorite characters are not the ones who end up happily ever after. They aren’t Hugh Grant and that adorable girl (WHO DOES NOT HAVE BIG THIGHS, HARUMPH.) though they are really like a close second because Hugh Grant’s character dances around in his underwear. But, also, Colin Firth learning Portuguese to talk to a woman? I suppose that would be like a man learning shoe to talk to me. While this is fantastic, still not my favorite.

No, my favorite characters are Mark and Juliet. There are LOTS of reasons why Mark being hopelessly in love with his best friend’s wife are ALL WRONG, but he took the biggest risk. He brings the boom box, plays a song, and uses the cue cards. I am going to leave off the ending here because I’ve been bitched at on the Twitter for spoilers, but HERE you go.


You can’t help who you fall in love with, but you can take the risks in life. Wasn’t it Mark Twain who said you never regret the things you do, just the things you don’t? Or something. And taking a risk certainly doesn’t mean just in LOVE stuff. Really, most of mine have not been. Haha.

So, I never, ever make resolutions. I make promises to myself. I made three to myself last year.

1. Take a big risk and change my life (done).

2. Buy a pair of Louboutins (OK, I got the Kate Spade shoes instead).

3. Just rest assured that this one is done and it involved kissing.

I am working on next year’s promises to myself list and I have two so far. One is that I am going to go back to grad school to get my Ph.D. That’s right, you all can call me Dr. WL. (I feel like this is obviously a huge risk but it’s something I have always wanted to do.)

Where was I going with this? I am going to challenge you, our dear readers (and stalkers) to take at least one risk in your life next year. Just one. Do something you have always wanted to do but have been afraid for some reason. Try something different. Learn to be alone. Learn to be happy with yourself. Wear heels. Tell your boss you deserve a raise. Tell your mother to mind her own business.

What do you have to lose? What is the worst thing that will happen? Your boss says no. Your feet hurt. You feel lonely for a time. You walk away knowing that you tried.

If the opposite happens, and you end up with your happy learned Portuguese and learned English together ending, then all the better. But you have to start with a risk.

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