forget* rollerskating. And pardon my french.

A while ago, I commiserated with a friend about how fearful we both were, growing up.

Like me, the friend took years (or never attempted) to do all the “fun” kid stuff like riding a bike, swimming, watching horror movies, or going roller-skating.

I bemoan this about myself on a regular basis. Like a lot of things from childhood, it’s a big part of my self-identity.

Roller Skates by Tess Aquarium via Flicker using a Creative Commons license

But when my friend said she wasn’t a risk-taker, I almost laughed out loud.

Because, well–

My friend is amazing. She’s an artist who actually makes a living from her craft. She’s overcome trauma and reached out to the downtrodden. She traveled abroad and married into a new culture.

In other words, she takes risks all the time. Real risks. Heart-stopping, life-changing, whizzbanger risks.

So why should she care about rollerskating?

Can I tell you what I told her?

F— rollerskating.

Let’s talk about the risks she takes that are actually worth remembering.


But then I had a big problem.

If she is a risk-taker, maybe I am too.

Am I selling my own risks short? Am I forgetting I have the chutzpah to travel abroad, or develop my passions, or parent by heart?

In other words, do I really need to care that I’m frightened of bees?

Have I held on to an identity–as a shrinking violet–that is not only out-dated, but a lie?

That’s not to say that I’m wholeheartedly pursing all the risks that I’m passionate about. I still desire to see more flexibility, bravery, and YES in my life. But why worry one minute longer about the risks, roller-skating included, that are not key to my passions?

Maybe it’s time to say “f– you” to everything else.

After that, I’ll pick up that old self-identity I’ve been moaning about for so long, and carve deep into it the real, passionate, and important risks I’m committing to now. All the risks that I want to remember.

How about you? What risks do you need to say “Forget you” to?

*With love to C-Lo Green.

Dancing_cover onlyThe road back to Jesus is paved with joy, rest, and freedom. Want to walk it with me? Subscribe to my blog, and you'll not only get updates from my blog and a monthly newsletter full of freedom, honesty, and faith, but my free ebook, Dancing Back to Jesus: Post-Perfectionist Faith in Five Easy Verbs. Let's journey together.
* indicates required
  • Kristen @ Motherese

    First of all, I have a ridiculous amount of love for that song. When I hear it, I just can’t stop singing it. (I try to stick to the G-rated version when the kids are around.) ๐Ÿ˜‰

    But more importantly, I really think you’re onto something here. I routinely say that I’m not a risk-taker. But when I stop to think about the leaps I’ve taken in my life, I realize I’m selling myself short. Roller coasters? Who needs ’em. Living on my own and teaching in the inner-city? Now that’s a risk I’ve taken that means something to me.

    Great food for thought today, Heather. Thanks.

    • Heather

      Thank you, Kristen. I really appreciate that.
      I went on Pirates of the Caribbean yesterday–a ride that terrified me as a kid. And the drops that scared me back then? I still don’t like them. I can handle them, but the exhilaration everyone else feels when you slide, slide, slide? I just don’t feel it.
      More and more, that’s an interesting difference to me, not one to feel bad about.

  • Sara

    Last year (pre pregnancy and baby) I got on roller skates for the first time in my entire life and tried roller derby. That was an F-you moment :)

  • Heather

    Awesome! Did you raise a fist to Ellen Page and Drew Barrymore?
    I salute you :)