The subject of week three, taking risks, is one close to my heart.
I have often taken risks and had things not turn out how I planned. Lately I have been regrouping in a big way and wondering if I made many many mistakes with my strange and seemingly random choices.
But even in failure, there are lessons - in 2005 I planned a long long awaited for month in Paris. I was asked to do some illustrations for a book, so I worked out the whole month to be there to do the groundwork, then I was UN-asked - the author chose another artist . . . . but you know what -- I went anyway.
I have to tell you that I suffered a bit on that trip - lots and lots of things went wrong:
*my outgoing flight got canceled and I had to buy a last minute plane ticket for $1500 so my budget was shot and I had almost no money there.
*Luggage got lost and I had no clothes or shoes for 2 weeks - ended up getting HUGE mongo blisters from wearing my one pair of shoes
*family issues too private to go into here but it was tough
*apartment was not what I hoped for - very small, hot and loud
*got sick, like I used to always get when I traveled - now I know I have Celiac disease but i did not know it them and you know I was indulging in tons of amazing pastries and bread.
But I learned a lot, I grew a lot, I now know Paris pretty well, and I got lots and lots of art out of it.
I made some cool connections there, and some awesome friends came to visit me and we hung out In Paris - and what is better than that?
and I got to see Lance Armstrong ride into Paris for his 7th Tour De France victory and that was almost worth the whole trip.
I still want to go back to Paris, with more planning, a better place to stay, more time with just my camera and journal, and now with the learning curve I "suffered" through behind me, I think I could make it a better month.
But you know what?
I am still glad I went.
"Living at risk is jumping off the cliff and building your wings on the way down." -Ray Bradbury