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Risk, Safety and Evolution

I wonder if we are held back by evolution? For millions of years our monkey brains evolved for safety and security. Stay in the cave at night, stay with the community in the day, hunt as a group… we have been conditioned to play it safe because survival depended upon it.

Now we have ideas, and want to venture on our own. We want to leave a secure job and try something new. We have a goal that requires us to take the metaphorical ‘road less travelled’… and rather than feel excited, we feel scared. Hesitant. Timid.

It’s our evolutionary instinct to stay with the safe choice, but the safety we seek is not the safety our ancestors needed. For them it was a matter of survival, of life and death. For us, it’s risk of comfort. This is fundamentally different, but our monkey brains don’t understand it that way. No, instead we perceive it as scary. We create excuses rather than excitement. Hesitation replaces hustle and headway.

This isn’t cowardice, it’s not vacillation, it’s an evolutionary defence mechanism intended to protect us. The unknown is no longer an existential threat, but millions of years of evolution have made the unknown of the past a force to be reckoned with today… even though the threat is so much lower.

This doesn’t just play out in our own minds but the minds of our community as well. So rather than people being excited about seeing you on a new path, they question it.

“That’s a big move, are you sure you are ready?”

“Are you really going to give up that salary for something so risky?”

“Good for you, but I could never do that!”

No ill intent, just an overreaction to evolutionary fear embedded in their brains, just like it’s embedded in ours.

So, take the leap, go out on your own and try something new. There isn’t a sabre toothed tiger waiting for you around the next bend.

Odds and ends

I spent a good part of the afternoon figuring out how I’m going to set up the new solar heaters I purchased for our above ground pool. I used to have 4 large panels that I laid across our garage roof, but I’m not going up on the roof anymore.

This was a decision I made at the start of last summer, deciding that it would be my last season using the roof panels. The process of pulling large plastic solar panels up on a roof and fastening them both together and to the roof is a bit challenging: Completely doable, but challenging. I could probably do it for another 10 years. But I don’t want to play the odds and so I’m putting an end to going on the roof.

The odds that I don’t want to play with are the fact that for older men over 50% of serious injuries and accidental deaths are from falls. The higher the fall, the great odds of it leading to death. A roof is a very high place to fall from. So at the start of pool season last year I decided that I was no longer going up on the roof. I don’t have a fear of heights, I don’t feel unstable. I just know that it’s easier to overestimate my capabilities as I get older, and I’d rather go up on the roof a few less times than possible rather than 1 more time than I should have.

I made a similar decision last summer. My buddy and I took scooters on a 10 minute ride from his house to a pizza place, where I had a couple beers with my pizza. Before heading home, I apologized to him and said I wanted to Uber home because I’m a lightweight with my alcohol and I didn’t want to ride the scooter home feeling a little inebriated.

Essentially, I’m reducing my injury risk, recognizing that even a small fall would mean significant recovery time at my age. This doesn’t mean that I’m living a life of minimizing the odds of every possible danger, but it does mean that at my age I’m getting smarter about when to end things and reduce the risk of injury.