Seems like the Universe is trying to get a message to me. I've been bombarded lately with the idea of taking a risk. I readily admit that Merry ME is just another name fo' Chicken Little. In the mountains, I realized that one of the reasons I don't try new things is because I'm afraid of being made fun of or embarrassed.
I was in the children's department of Barnes and Noble today. One of my favorite places. There was a table there, with a whole Thomas the Tank train set up for kids to play with while their parents shopped. I couldn't help but overhear one little boy who really wanted to play, ask his mother time and again, to come play with him.
No, she told him, you play by yourself. I think the kid would have been very happy to play by himself. But there were two other kids playing. It didn't look to me like they were being aggressive or mean. The table was big enough for several pint sized engineers. It was obvious to me the little boy was too afraid to walk up to the table and join in.
I got a little perturbed at the mom. No matter how many times she was asked, she told her son, to go play. I kind of wanted to take him by the hand, and say something along the lines of it's okay, you don't have to be scared, let's play at this end where there aren't any other kids. Of course, then the mother would have had me arrested.
What's curious to me is how I saw the situation and how, even though my inner child understood exactly how that little boy was feeling, I wanted to encourage him to take the risk. What if in risky situations, I did what I wanted to do for that kid? What if I take my own hand and say, "it's going to be okay."
What's the riskiest thing you've every done?