Fortune favors the bold
I was watching the Australian Open a couple of weeks ago. Y’all know how I am about my tennis! While calling an intense match one commentator used the phrase “Fortune favors the bold.” I thought, hmm…
It’s so true. On and off the court. Those willing to take risks. Those who are unafraid of stepping outside of their comfort zone’s. Those who are bold generally are rewarded. I for one have always been pretty bold in my approach in most everything. I’m not afraid to be told no. There’s one thing for certain the answer will always be no if I don’t ask. Coincidentally, I received a letter of recommendation yesterday that reads:
“…In the 14 years I have been the branch librarian for Cascade Park Community Library, I have encountered a number of people with ideas for programs or displays for the library. About 18 months ago, I was told that a woman named Chrisetta Mosley wanted to tell her story about her struggle to lose weight. I remember thinking that I couldn’t visualize a library program based on her story. However I went out to meet her and discovered a charming charismatic woman who not only wanted to tell her story but also share her ideas for how other people could discover a healthier lifestyle…Since then she has done several programs for the Cascade Park Community Library…In all these presentations, Chrisetta works hard to promote, and to come up with new ideas…She is definitely developing a following in the community. I am certainly pleased that Chrisetta took the bold move to present her ideas to me.” ~Teresa Torres — Cascade Park Community Librarian
So I urge YOU to take a few risks, step outside of YOUR comfort zone. Remember, “Fortune favors the bold.”
Chrisetta Mosley
I am a product – and now a survivor – of childhood obesity. As a child, my family always told me that my extra weight was merely baby fat and I’d eventually grow out of it. I never did. Instead, my childhood is filled with memories of not being able to ride a bike, flattening its training wheels from being over the recommended weight, and avoiding P.E. classes by any means necessary. For years, I wore my fatness like a wounded soldier wears a Purple Heart - with pride. I owned the look. I dressed it up. I worked the room. There wasn't a skinny girl who intimidated me. I made sure my hair was laid just right. Nails polished. Outfits coordinated to the tee. Accessories to compliment every outfit. But everyone has a breaking point, and mine came in the spring of 2004 when I tipped the scale at nearly 400 pounds 388 to be exact. I was MISERABLE trapped inside of that body. I no longer wore my Purple Heart with pride. Rather, I was ashamed and frightened. Ashamed that I had allowed food to become my everything – frightened I would die because of it. Drastic times called for drastic measures... Today, I’m bound and determined to live a better, healthier, active lifestyle. I realize I’m no longer a passenger in my life, I’m the driver. I’m overcoming my inhibitions and I’m slowly but surely saying farewell to my old childhood nemesis, obesity. For once and for all, Farewell Fatso!