I’m sitting around a table with a group of ladies and we’re asked to rank ourselves in relation to risk. 1 being not at all risky and 10 being absolutely risky…we got everything from a 5 to a rounded up 10 (9.5 wasn’t acceptable). I was the 9.5 the .5 that I’m not risky is in matters of the heart. It’s the one place I don’t want to be hurt. But that is not the point of this story. Our homework was to do something risky…I don’t always follow directions, and this is one of those times…Being alive is a risk, and so instead of just doing something risky, I’m going to write my opinion of what we’re calling risky business. Continue reading
So I walk into work this morning, my last day of work and my desk should’ve been empty as I took the time to clean it out last night. But it wasn’t empty, there were roses at my desk waiting for me. 3 apricot colored roses. That put the biggest smile on my face.