29 Jul Living in the Red Zone
I love riding motorcycles, especially on a smooth, winding canyon road in the middle of a nature-scented summer evening. On a motorcycle, on the odometer that measures the engine’s RPMs, there is a red zone. When you rev the throttle, and the needle for the RPMs increases to the line where the black meets the red, you are said to be red-lining the bike. The black zone is safe. The red zone is not. That’s not to say that anything will definitely happen i the red zone, but it might.
- Do I always take the safe road?
- Do I let fear stop me from doing things that I might like to do?
- Am I always pushing myself in all aspects of my life, to grow, learn, and develop?
- Do I know what I’m really capable of achieving?
- Do I really know where my boundaries are? Am I playing so far down in the black zone that I’m missing out on not only the red zone, but much of the safe, black zone as well?
- What’s the worst that can happen if I were to dance in the red zone?