I am a risk loving person; I take risks like I take my tea- compulsively.
I’ve quit jobs when they turned mundane. I’ve left two well-paying positions for more challenging, less lucrative roles. My latest leap? Leaving my job to work on my debut book and to create something of my own—a fitness app for people in India.
Just last week, I signed up for a marathon starting at 5:00 am, fully aware that I’m not a morning person. Surprisingly, my body clock seems to be in sync with this decision, and I’ve started waking up at 6 am on my own.
The book that I have been writing is also facing the full weight of my risk loving abilities; it is now riddled with so many plot points that it feels like the biggest risk I have undertaken- I have been unravelling silently at the monster I have created.
But I have my rocks too- a forever caustic voice inside of me that also doubles up as the biggest cheerleader when things go south and my gut feeling that has only failed me once so far.
So, I believe my risk taking appetite will be just fine.
Also, life is short so you gotta be brave to live it the way you want.
Fingers in symphony 