What’s the biggest chance you’ve ever taken?
The biggest bet you ever made on yourself?
I think I’ve made a few bets on myself.
As many as I’ve always wanted to? Probably not.
But I’ve taken the chance a few times when I had all the voices in my head saying I should figure out an alternative.
I think when I think hard about it, one of my favorite risks was when I made my solo trip to NYC.
It was the most gut wrenched I’ve ever felt.
I knew right away when I purchased my ticket I was going to have a good time, I just didn’t think it was going to be all by myself.
There were a few times where I even thought to myself to invite someone and even pay up their fare.
But I didn’t and it worked out for the best.
I landed in NYC and I was terrified, to say the least.
I never told anybody I was there by myself. Everyone I had a conversation with, I told them I had someone waiting for me at a nearby restaurant or the hotel.
Even when I went back to my Airbnb. When I rented a futon in the living room of a stranger, he was the only one who knew I was by myself.
It didn’t matter, but it mattered a lot to me.
I had decided I would make that trip as I was sitting at The Orleans Arena, waiting to pick up my high school diploma.
I was going to travel to NYC just to see if it was all that I ever thought it would be.
It was.
Now the next chapter of my life keeps pointing me back to New York City.
I don’t know if it’ll ever happen that I move there permanently, but I know that my life has always been tied to it.
I belong there somehow.
When? I have no clue.
But I know I should be there.
It’s funny, sometimes when you think about the chance you’ve taken in the past, the future just comes around knocking… wondering when exactly you’ll be ready to take the next chance.