I’m realizing through this December work that I’ve been so risk averse throughout my life that I have missed out by not going for things. I almost backed out of my investment property deal today over a minor surprise (having to come up with more cash at close due to interest rates going up) and it made me spin into worry about how to pay for this “new expanded version of me” that I’m committing to. My brain always thinks I’m going to be a bag lady in a cardboard box. And today I decided to question its credibility in a new way — if it always says that, but I’m still doing just fine and not in a cardboard box, maybe my prefrontal cortex is more trustworthy than my reptilian brain. Not really a question, just an insight. I used to pat myself on the back for passing up things I wanted to do, but it was my primitive brain!