My students were stymied, never expecting their responsible, middle-aged teacher to have those items on her list. Frankly, I was surprised too, as I had long since drawn a curtain over my younger, more daring self. I wondered where that irrepressible youth had gone with her sense of adventure and risk and couldn’t help but feel a bit old and a bit boring.
Then I came to the startling realization that I am daring. To be sure, it’s a different type of daring than before. Instead of waking down side alleys in the dead of night, I’m writing and publishing books. That in itself is hugely daring. To share one’s words and ideas with others is daunting, but I’ve done what many have only talked about doing.
I may not be as naively stupid as I once was. I certainly haven’t escaped any mortuaries recently or been almost mugged by a French motorcycle gang or, you know, gotten into a car with a stranger, but I continue to learn, to try and to dare.
(C) Sara Ackerman 2016