Chances.

You don't get anywhere in life if you don't take risks. That's the motto I'm living by at the moment. Challenges are bought along to test us, and by facing up to them and accepting them we become stronger. What's the point of living if we just plod along, taking every day the same and never pushing ourselves to see what we can achieve, what we are capable of?
Last week I gave up my job. Insane in the current economical climate, I know, and to say that I was nervous was the understatement of the century. I still am. Six years of stability and comfort gone. I feel like I am jumping off a cliff and into a deep ocean (and I cannot swim so that would not be good) and am hoping that somebody will catch me. I'm starting a course that hopefully will change my life. After a difficult few years I'm planning on turning 2010 into the year that everything changes. So far so good. But life never runs smoothly. Whatever comes along to test me, to make me feel like I'm flying without a parachute and am going to crash land, I will welcome. And as a result I hopefully will be a better person.