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Big Dreams, Small Leaps: Confessions of a Risk-Averse Turnaround Specialist

What’s the biggest risk you’d like to take — but haven’t been able to?



For years, I’ve toyed with the idea of taking that big leap—starting my own business or writing a book (or two). I’ve got business names scribbled down, websites reserved, and rough business plans saved on some forgotten hard drive. I’ve even daydreamed about book titles, written outlines, and had the occasional epiphany in the middle of the night about a killer first chapter. And yet, here I am… still daydreaming.

Now, I’m not one to shy away from hard work or a challenge. After all, being a turnaround specialist is what I do. I love taking something that’s on the brink and helping to revive it, working with teams to dig deep, innovate, and succeed where things seemed hopeless. There’s something so satisfying about guiding others and seeing real progress. But there’s also something to be said for staying in your comfort zone, where you know you’re good at what you do, and the unknown is just… terrifying.

I’m also a mentor at heart. I thrive when working with a team, bouncing ideas off others, offering guidance, and watching people and projects grow. But starting my own business? That’s a solo act, at least in the beginning. I can picture it now—just me, my big ideas, and a lot of coffee. And what if I mess it up? What if I don’t have the answers? I can spin out in a hundred ways, which is probably why I haven’t hit “go.”

Then there’s the book situation. I’ve been meaning to write about my experiences in the nonprofit world for a while now. I mean, I’ve got stories that would make your head spin. And don’t even get me started on the autobiography I’ve been quietly contemplating. Surely, someone out there would want to read about the Bronx girl who turned into a turnaround specialist, right? But the thought of sitting down and actually writing when I’m already exhausted from work… Well, let’s just say it’s a lot easier to re-watch Slow Horses than it is to write a chapter.

The truth is, I wrote my first novel when I was ten. I was so confident then, scribbling away with a ballpoint pen like I had all the time in the world. And now? I’ve got the drive, I’ve got the ideas, but I just can’t seem to pull the trigger. Maybe I need a push, or maybe I’m waiting for the perfect time (which we all know doesn’t exist).

Until then, you’ll find me mentoring, team-building, and maybe… just maybe, inching a little closer to taking the leap.

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