March, 2012.

When I was a kid,

my world was my neighbourhood. It was me, my brother and our friends. We spent all of our spare time outside. We'd build forts, wage wars, carve elaborate cities in the dirt for our hotwheels or just sit on the roof of our garage. But we didn't stay still long. We had cuts and bruises and we got filthy every day. It was great. Some of the most exciting days, were when we got on our bikes and just rode around. We'd get that "I wonder what's this way" feeling in our guts and we would just ride and every time we returned home, the neighborhood always felt a bit smaller. Too familiar and comfortably familiar at the same time. But it was those days that we pushed our boundaries that were most exciting. That feeling in your belly when you realize that you have no bloody clue where you are. When a wrong turn resulted in finding a new park or small forest to explore.

That was a long time ago and over the years, I've started dreading (and at times avoiding) that feeling in my gut. Playing it safe, taking small, comfortable baby steps seemed better. With the arrival of my two children, it seemed to make even more sense. But the past year, I've taken some bigger ventures outside of my comfort zone and I kinda liked it. Enough to want more. So, I'm 40 years old now. Seems like a good time to start poking around the edges of my little world and seek out the beasts that make me uncomfortable

...and kick them in the teeth.

Someone recently told me to "Fail fast". Meaning. take chances, screw up, learn and move forward. Sounds good. So, if you see me looking uncomfortable or nursing some wounds...cheer me on.

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