Risky Business

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Let's start with a cheeky anecdote. On friday I have a horrible busy day at uni. I'm in from 9 until 4, but with two separate breaks in between lectures which are long enough for boredom to occur, but not so long that it's worth doing anything productive, so we tend to end up in the canteen most of the day, doing the most glorious of all activites: eating. 

Last friday, during the first break, Jamie and I had eaten, perhaps, the entire restaurant's supply of chips - all you can eat for £1.20? Challenge accepted. However, when it came to second break, we were both feeling for something sweet, something small, and Jamie decided upon a doughnut. I did a little sad face and said I wanted a doughnut too, to which Jamie said 'Get one, then', but alas, I could not. 

Most of you know of the cruel and unusual things that dairy does to my insides, and, being an, if I may say so, astounding cupcake baker, I know that cakey things tend to have butter in them, hence I have to make my own. And I love doughnuts, perhaps even favouring them over all other baked goods, but homemade doughnuts suck, they just do. After cheesecake, doughtnuts have been the thing I've been craving most the whole time I've been a dairy-reject. Jamie, however, changed my life with one little question: 'Aren't doughtnuts more like bread than cakes?'

I googled it. Maybe they didn't have butter; maybe the doughnut and I could be reunited. Yet I searched to no avail. My phone internet was too slow to provide me with the answers, our hour break was drawing to a close. It was now or never, do or die, to doughnut or not to doughnut.  


I risked it. 


And huzzah, hooray, whoopee and so forth, I was fine! And when I finally got round to looking it up, it seemed as though doughnuts are butter free - who knew? (And if you did know and didn't tell me, I will track. you. down.) 


So the point I come to is this, risks are good. It's a simple statement, and if I'm honest, it doesn't always seem to be true but I'm going to say it nonetheless. I'm aware that if that doughnut had hurt my insides, it wouldn't have led to this blog, but now I am on the other side, with a bag of doughnuts on my tesco delivery list, I must declare that it was worth the risk. Thus I set forth this challenge: take a risk. Now, on this day and waste not another moment. Take a risk. 


Do something that ordinary, boring you wouldn't normally do and do it now. It doesn't have to be a massive thing. I'm not saying go out and bungee jump or get engaged to the next person you see on the street. Do something small, something tiny, but make sure it's something different and make sure it's a risk. Don't think purple hair would suit you? Risk it. Think Woman in Black looks good but it might be too scary? Risk it. Want to go surprise your friend who lives in another town but they may not be in and you'll have wasted all that time and money getting there? DEFINITELY risk that one! 


And yes, it is a risk. You might not suit purple hair, it's not for everyone, but now you know. Woman in Black may make you wet your pants, but at least you saw it. Your friends may not be home, but hey, you're in a new town with an afternoon all to yourself and new things to see, instead of just sitting in bed watching iPlayer. Do it, do it now! Be able to say to yourself in the years to come: 'On that day, at least once, I did something different. Something risky. And I loved it!' Or even: 'Well that went completely tits up, but I tried it, I risked it, I lived.'