What would you do today if you knew you would not fail?
Then do it.
Run a mile, write a brain injury book, work again since becoming brain injured, cook new dishes, have more children?
I write these words on separate post-it notes, and then tack the notes across my kitchen table. As I complete each task, I rip off the note, crumple it up, and toss it in the trash. Ha! Mission accomplished.
My post-it notes do not fail. They remind me daily of goals that I hope to persuade myself to undertake.
What is a risk? Does it always mean danger? Perhaps the danger is often just the fear of failure itself.
