I just got a new computer. It’s the most fun I have had in a long time.
For those of you thinking, “Boy, she needs to get out more,” let me explain. My old computer was dying a slow death — and I’d procrastinated mightily in identifying its replacement. I was nervous: what if the new computer didn’t work any better? What if I picked the wrong one? I don’t know anything about computers. What if the person I hired to transfer the files did a bad job? My business relies on this computer.
But finally, the reality of my computer’s imminent demise overcame my list of worries. I took action activated my network, found someone to build a machine for me and then transfer all of my files. In short, I had to make several decisions that involved a good-sized chunk of money and the health of my business.
So what made this process fun?
The RISK.
I fell in love with the risk. I was absolutely exhilarated by it. After a life time of hoping to avoid it and trying to circumvent the discomfort associated with it, I embraced it. I said, “Bring it on!” Granted, when I review my life, I see that through...