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Lunchtime Ramblings: Risk it for a biscuit.



Today’s musings came to me while I was eating my lunch. Alongside my lunch I had five Jaffa Cakes (other biscuits are available).  When a colleague asked my how I eat them (full moon, half moon, total eclipse)  it occurred to me I don’t know! 
I decided to make it my lunch time mission to eat each on in a different way. 

It set me off thinking about a thing that I hear people say quite often about how you can’t do the same thing and expect different results.  In a lot of aspects of my life I do tend to favour the same approach and hope that something happens and get sad when it doesn’t.

That’s partly my own fault, I’m indecisive and I like to err on the side of caution and remain in my comfort zone. Sometimes that’s a good thing, it keeps me safe and it keeps me happy, but other times it holds me back because I’ve not taken a risk.

As you’ll have gathered, I don’t thrive on risks, not big ones anyway. 

I’m trying to get better at that, identify ways to step outside of my comfort zone - not on a skydive or bungee jump level but there are definitely ways I can push myself to be braver, be bolder, be more daring.

If I think it’s within reach and within reason I’ll risk it for a biscuit - preferably one with no dairy in it. :-) 


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