Pushing my boundaries would involve extreme crochet, or drinking really hot tea, rather than catapulting myself off the side of a mountain with nothing but a paper clip and a hair net to secure my survival.
But I took an uncharacteristic leap of faith about a month ago, when I decided to come off my anti-depressants.
Depression is something I've been slowly coming to terms with, particularly over the last year when, with the support of medication, I've had enough mental strength to recognize it's place in my life.
I don't produce enough serotonin, so I sometimes need to take a pill to replace that, but there's no such thing as a free ride. My depression lifted, but I was getting side-effects like tummy problems and excessive tiredness.
I've been going to the gym, like the doctor said (to release some happy hormones into my blood) and on a personal level my life is good so it seemed like as good a time as any to stop taking my meds.
The big gear shift for me has been to accept depression as part of who I am and to stop struggling with it.
But it took me 25 years of wasting energy wrestling with it, not to mention a few courses of prozac to make it Go Away for a while, for me to gain the experience and maturity to lose my fear of Depression.
That's not to say I'm going to spend my life weeping under the duvet.
It's just that now I recognise the signs, I know when to get professional help and I know there are people who are there for me.
It hasn't been as difficult as I feared.
There has been a shaky few weeks where anxiety has prodded me into believing that the laundry must always absolutely and without exception be up to date, and that hand marks on the walls would lead to an inevitable descent into Armageddon. But the only bad things about that are that I've had to go easy on the caffeine and that I have a really shiny house.
I've also finally learned something that any 3-year-old could tell you...that you need to surround yourself with supportive friends.
I've been doing that in spades lately (you know who you are), and between that and busting my motherly butt at the
So I'm still midair, with my eyes tightly shut, hopeful of a soft landing.