Words by Gianna Sibal
I am not a risk-taker.
Some would say I’m boring and too much of a worrier, some say I’m too by-the-book, and some say I have a type A personality—which basically means that in everything I can control, I plan, and things must always go according to plan.
Which is why I find it difficult, more so than others, to take risks.
Risks are…well, in my opinion, they’re too unpredictable. Scary. Without a plan, you never know if things might go right or wrong, and the only chance of knowing is to take that leap of faith and try. And believe me, there are so many instances now when I couldn’t even think about trying—not because I didn’t want to, but because my anxiety is holding me back.
What if I get rejected? What if this ruins everything? What if this humiliates me and brings me utter shame and disgrace forever?