As I was lying down on the dark floor of my apartment, trying to escape the heat (my apartment is like a furnace right now), I started thinking about risk. And whether I take any. I once told someone that looking back at my life, I felt lucky that I didn't have a lot of pain, a lot of hurt, a lot of drama. She replied that maybe it's partly because I don't take a lot of risk. I kind of forgot about it, but now I'm thinking, she's probably right. I don't think I take a lot of risks. Maybe I should start taking more chances, stop trying to be so comfortable all the time. How different would my life/lifestyle be if I wasn't so cautious, so scared all the time? Hm. Something to think about. Honestly, I feel like I wasted so much time and opportunity to explore and learn because I was too cautious. But how do you become a risk taker? Anyone know? Something to keep thinking about, I guess.