The Year of (Calculated) Risk

Happy 2019!! I can't believe 2018 is already done. It feels like it just got here!

As per usual, my husband and I hosted New Years Eve at our house. We love hosting and it gives us a chance to hang out with all of the adults after the kids go to bed. 

This year, my aunt and uncle were able to attend. They are great about games. During an intense round of Farkle, my aunt turned to me and asked how things were going with Stature.

Me: "They're good, just trying to get everything officially launched!"

Aunt: "Are you sure? I checked the site earlier and realized that you hadn't written anything in a while."

She was concerned.

My thought process:

A. That's so cool that she looked at my site! She is not a tall woman and can pretty much buy off the rack, so she's definitely doing it out of love.

B. Check out that family accountability!

C. I honestly didn't know anyone read this or even bothered to check on it.

D. Mental note to self: publish a post immediately and do not lose this game of Farkle. (Our family is HIGHLY competitive to say the least). 

I really appreciated her asking about it and seeing if everything was okay. I thanked her and told her I would get right on it (ta-da!).

If you've never played Farkle, you should. It's a dice game that uses absolutely zero skill and just enough strategy to keep things interesting. Basically you have to guess whether or not you should take a chance and roll again (you have to get points every roll or you lose all of your points for the entire turn).

My dice were looking pretty good, but the clock had already struck midnight and I decided 2019 was going to be the year of (calculated) risk. 

So I rolled.

And I got it.

I should stop there.

But I rolled again. 

And I got it.

Another solid stopping point. 

I rolled again.

Got it.

At this point I had already risked a little more than I might normally have. But this is the year, let's start it off right.

One more roll.

Yes!

Long story, short. I won. Big. 

I came from a significant loss to the lead. Just by a few risks. (There were some other big risks throughout the rest of the game and a few losses of course and ultimately got beat by my mom, but still, the lesson was there.)

Calculated risk.

The other great thing? My husband was playing right next to me and his risk tolerance is much lower than mine. He stayed pretty conservative with his dice and he slowly, but surely kept climbing and was right behind me in points at the end. (You could tell he was physically uncomfortable with some of the risks I took, but he was quietly supportive the whole time). :) 

I'm probably way over-analyzing the game and drawing parallels where there might not be any, but I felt like it was a good correlation. 

So let's go, 2019. Let's roll the dice one (or two) more times than we usually would have. And always have our friends and family cheering us on (and keeping us in check).

XO,

KM