You May Call It A Risk...I Call It Fun!


Today is Lesley's 34th birthday.

Being the dutiful husband I am, aside from buying her some flowers, I also reminded her that, as of tomorrow, she'll be closer to fifty than eighteen!

I'm still nursing the bruises!

All joking aside, doesn't it seem that the older you get, the amount of disbelief that you are actually NOT 'young' increases?

On 8th December I will be 34. Now...that may be younger than you, or older than you.

But...to me, whatever age you are is irrelevant.

In the last five years, I have done things, or had things happen to me (both good and bad) that I would have never dreamed of in the 29 years previously.

And...in the last 2 years alone, I have become a person that bears absolutely no resemblance whatsoever to who I was even 3 years ago! (but in a nice way, of course)

As the birthdays seem to speed up...it's easy to wish our lives away.

One guy where I used to work was 34 at the time...and he was staying put in his job because he could retire on a full pension at age 60! What sort of life is that?

It's all down to managing risk.

I was accused the other night of taking a risk with my family's future because I gave up a 'secure' and well-paying job to work for myself...so that I could live the lifestyle I wanted to.

My argument with that is...isn't risk something that is PERCEIVED in your future?

I don't call what I do as a risk if it means that I can spend time with my wife and daughter every day...and I can challenge myself on a number of different levels as I grow my business.

As Lesley said to me the other day - "It's hardly a risk if we can both go back to a 9-5 job if we had to."

As I get older my timeframes change.

I've stopped wishing that I was somewhere in the future...and instead I work on making the NOW as good as it could possibly be.

Is that risky? Maybe...but it certainly makes life more enjoyable!

What about you...do you agree with my views on what's risky?