Yes, I know it’s not Monday but I’m just coming off 10 days on the road so a little slack please? I just wanted to talk a little today about the risk-reward ratio. Ever wonder what keeps some people going, pushing even when the path becomes more difficult? Yeah? Me, too. But I’m starting to understand a bit better. See, I think they have the ability to take the long haul approach; to delay the instant gratification our society seems to revolve around and understand that solid things take time to build.
Many of you know my story but for those who don’t, I am the daughter of two breast cancer survivors. In 2003, I was diagnosed with my own breast disease. I made the difficult decision to have a preventive mastectomy and when I told my bosses at CBS, I was fired. I don’t think they fired me because of that but nevertheless, the timing was brutal. For a long time I drifted, felt lost and battled depression.
Fast forward to today, seven years have passed since I came up with the idea for the book and blog and things are on the upswing. More and more, TV shows are booking me (I just taped The Doctors for a 3rd time) and I’m going to spend the rest of this year into early next, taping a fun show for another network. Woot! But it’s easily been the hardest thing I’ve ever done. The best way I can describe it is that it feels like working without a net, which brings me to the risk-reward ratio concept.
Let’s use Las Vegas as an example. You know those people screaming because they won big? The reason they won big is because they BET big, i.e worked without a net and took big risks, at least part of the time. They were not playing the minimum bet with scared money. They were going for it, loading up the machine. They played the odds, knowing that if they kept at it long enough, it was going to pay off.
This is not an indictment against or an endorsement for gambling, rather it’s about how you have to play the game of life if you want to win big. That means going out on a limb, doing the thing you’re not quite ready for, taking chances, not being afraid to fail and somehow crawling into bed at night and finding the energy the next day to do it all over again.
Because I kept going (and will continue) I fully expect to see something like that Paramount Pictures image again in my life and soon. But more than that, I have the knowledge that my success and failure are things I am in control over.
I guess what I want to leave you with is this: nothing stays the same forever, not good times, not bad times and anything value takes a while to build. Don’t give up just because the concrete of the foundation is not drying fast enough for your liking.
Go on now, make it happen!
Oh and here are a few pictures from my trip…
AMERICAN AIRLINES CELEBRITY
GOLF AND TENNIS CLASSIC
The form looks decent. Until I hit.
MY TEAM: DAY 2
(We came in second!)
GRANDMOTHER AND COUSINS!
I flew from LA to the Bay Area to stay with my cousin. At her house, I found this picture of my sister,
Tracy, me, our cousins and grandmother. Guess which one I am!
So the last time I was in California, I was driving a beat up Toyota Corolla
to and from college classes. This Dodge Charger was a welcome change!
Thanks FOX Rent A Car!
Marjorie, me and her beautiful daughter, Susan.
Can you guess what that is in the background?
HOW MUCH FOR A PARKING
TICKET IN SAN FRANCISCO?!
Listen to your Good Enough Mother. Just feed the meter..
BACK TO LA!
I’ve been working with one of my favorite TV shows, The Doctors a bit lately so while I was on the west coast,
I made another stop by the set. Here’s what I wore.
RENE ON TV!
By sheer coincidence, the episode I taped back in August, aired the following day.
(God bless my friends who take pics of the TV when I’m on. You know who you are).
BACK TO SAC!
I flew from LA to Sacramento right after the taping. The next evening,
Margie and I headed out to the STARS event for which I was being honored.
(I was one of the hall of fame inductees for my high school district).
Look how nice and sweet Margie is and how b*tchy I look…
MY OLD SCHOOL
Headed back to the Bay Area to catch my flight back to NY, I stopped by my old high school.
I was a Cougar then.. and apparently still am.
YOU CAN GO HOME AGAIN
This is my childhood home. I went to the door and introduced myself to the teen who lives there with her mother now.
The significance of the moment was lost on her as she stared at me like I had three boobs.
All in all it was a great time. Once again, thanks for FOX Rent A Car, Julius, Marjorie, her daughter Susan, my cousin, San Juan Unified School District, The Doctors, the unnamed (and unimpressed) teen and everyone else who made this homecoming so spectacular for me!