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I've been quite a risk taker in my life. After college I sold everything and bought a vintage motor home. I lived in it for three years, traveling with the seasons to sell my paintings at outdoor art festivals. Every show and every new destination, literally everyday required risky choices. I lost big sometimes, and sometimes had big pay offs. Rarely was that life anything but feast or famine.

I settled down in Alabama and for seven years I still lived the risky life of an artist making a living from her work. I got used to the lack of certainty, but desired something more reliable. Then I opened an art gallery where I could work and teach art. It was a huge risk, as the percentage of these kinds of businesses that succeed is very low. Seventeen years later my business is still thriving.

I find myself a bit attached to security after so many years of risky living. I am happy to stay put and keep the status quo. But the pandemic jump-started my old energy by requiring that I delve into more technological offerings. It felt good to stretch, but took a while to get my sea legs. Now that business is stable again (for now) I'm trying to find balance between stepping out of my comfort zone and relaxing with what I have.

Great thing to think about, Disco! Thank you.

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