The older I get, the less risk I take. I skip through life, without challenging myself. When I worked outside the home, I had to go to give client presentations and figure out business problems. Now my "presentations" usually involve a six year old audience. My problem solving skills are used on how to get dinner on the table by carefully scheduling a library trip. No. Not exactly challenging.
While an easy life isn't anything to complain about, I do find myself going into a depressed state some days. I get bored and restless. I have found that something as easy as picking up a book that makes me think can help, but sometimes even that is too easy. I have been feeling particularly down lately, so I knew I needed to challenge my skill set. Ever since I taught myself how to sew, I've been meaning to learn to sew a zipper. But, with my lack of interest in pushing my limits, I've avoided it. All my bags and pouches have hook and tape closures. This morning, in an attempt to cheer myself up and light a fire under my butt, I attempted a zipper. And it pretty much worked. It's not perfect, but it's not bad either and I feel very proud and happy.
Is sewing a zipper a risk? Probably not. It's nothing like the risky things I did when I was young (of which I will omit here because my mom reads my blog and I don't want her to go into cardiac arrest), but I know that by challenging myself, I was able to get myself out of my funk. I won't be sky diving anytime soon, but I am going to make an effort to try new things whenever I can.
If you want to get a little crazy today and sew a zipper (you wild thing, you), I followed this tutorial,