Decisions, Decisions...

I can’t remember exactly when or how it started, but for a few years now I have found myself taking risks due to my fear of what would happen if I don’t take chances. Some people have told me I’m careless for this (ie. my mother) and have advised me against it, but I have grown to rationalize this as being the best way to form some life decisions, especially when it comes to relationships. Of course, I go through

the list of pros and cons but when it comes down to making a final leap-I go with the question, “What will I think ten years from now? Will I be wondering what if?”

Here’s the thing-I don’t want to have any regrets. I want to know that I at the very least tried and if the situation in question didn’t work out, hey-at least now I know it wasn’t meant to be versus looking back and wondering what it could have been. I’m not trying to say we should live in denial either. If a relationship or situation is obviously not the best choice for us, we don’t have to be used, misused and abused before we realize it wasn’t meant to be. But sometimes things aren’t that clear cut and we remain ambivalent as to what direction to go in. Really and truly, you’ll never know unless you try. When it comes to love, it’s about taking chances. It’s like gambling-you have to know how to lose before you know how to win. If you can’t stand the thought of getting hurt for the ump-teenth time, then you know it’s time for some personal reflection and even some therapy.

Everybody needs therapy once in a while.