‘Take a chance on me..’ goes a popular song.
I’m not much of a chance taker. I’m quite conservative when it comes to taking chances. I’m more the one for feeling safe and secure than the one to take risks. When I started looking for a job after my long break, the husband was very keen that I try contracting, better money and stuff. But me being me, looked only for the more secure jobs. I eventually took up a fixed term contract that in effect was the worst of both world when it came to compensation but I preferred the (relative) security that it gave me, as opposed to day rate contracting where your contracts could be terminated with a weeks notice. Not exactly my cup of tea.
I do take chances on some things though. Like books. On unknown authors because I like the storyline. I’ve ended up loving some new authors and not liking others so much. As is expected, I suppose. Netgalley has been great that way, I’ve managed to read authors I might not have otherwise.
Also food. I love taking chances on food as well. I love trying out different cuisines or dishes. Sometimes they work sometimes they don’t. Of course, when I am in the non risky satisfaction guaranteed mood, I wouldn’t dream of checking out anything unknown. It would be only the tried and tested and reliable stuff for days like this.
Sometimes, of course, we take chances when we don’t have an option. Like the time I had no option on the supermarket shelf at lunchtime barring a Korean chicken wrap. I was lucky that it turned out to be fabulous and I returned the next day for more. But sometimes we take a chance when we have no option.
Makes me wonder if that’s what happened in America. Maybe the perception was that they didn’t have a choice but to take a chance on the most unlikely candidate.
So, do you take chances on things? Or do you tend to play safe?