You see the plume and … do you run toward it or away?

I’ve got a whole list of risks I might take if only I get the nerve or suffer the judgment lapse. In decreasing order of sanity, they are:

1. get a puppy (training a puppy sounds so unpleasant);
2. write a novel and publish each chapter on the fly as serial fiction with no future writing in reserve (what if I hit a block? what if yesterday’s chapter was crap?);
3. form a rock band and perform (what if no one attends the show? what if they do?);
4. host a live talk show (what if I lose my glib?);
5. take up surfing (risk of embarrassment is higher than physical risk, given zero chance of my standing to ride a wave);
6. meet my heroes (what if they don’t deserve that status?);
7. retire before I’ve got enough income (I don’t need to explain this one, do I?);
8. sky dive (I be afeared of heights);
9. become a tornado chaser (what if I drop my camera and miss that great shot of the looming tornado?);
10. become a volcano chaser (when an eruption is eminent – the mountains themselves are not a challenge to catch);

I note that 8, 9, 10 may alleviate some of the risk in 7.

(This post responds to today’s Daily Prompt  which asks: what’s the biggest risk you’d like to take…and what would have to happen to get you to take it?)