I used to work with a woman who was a few years past retirement age. A very, very safe player. She met a woman who wanted to start a publishing business. This woman and her husband were very successful, and it wasn’t an idle dream. She had the resources and the business acumen to do it.
She asked my coworker to take a commanding lead in the business (my job was in publishing and my coworker spent her whole career in publishing). My coworker said no for the same reason she continues to work past retirement…she’s just terrified of trying anything new.
But, what I’ll always remember was what she said after she got done telling me this story. She said, “I’m just not really sure what to think of the kind of person this makes me out to be.”
She was very unhealthy (desk job all her life) and the reality is likely didn’t have a lot of years of life left to her…which means she likely will die without ever having taken a real chance with her life, even once.
That’s so sad to me…I can’t comprehend that. I’ve messed up a lot in my life, but I sure as hell never shied from taking chances.