I’m not good at the stock market. I want to be, I really do, but part of me just doesn’t understand it, and the other part fears it because… y’know…the RISK. I know I could invest $100 and make a million, BUT I could invest $100 and lose like…a lot! That’s too risky to me.

I used to think of risk in the synonymous way of danger, threat, peril. But isn’t it funny that if you look up “risk” in the thesaurus (because, yes, I did do this), the other interchangeable terms include possibility, chance, and probability. Well now, don’t these have a nice little ring to them??

So here’s the thing with writing… I love it! It’s my way of letting go of the thoughts I didn’t even know I had. It’s an outlet to test out and let go of my creative energy and it’s always been a private thing to me. But alas, here it is. I’m taking a risk and putting it out there for all to see (whatever this “it” of a blog is). It’s scary as hell, but it’s also an opportunity for possibilities, a chance at something exciting, and maybe- just maybe- a probability that exists to make that million I didn’t find by investing in that other risky business.