I’ve been looking to start something new again. Now and then, I take some time to reflect and think back to when was the last time I tried something new.

For me, that used to be often. I used to try and do a bunch of things that sounded crazy at some point. I wouldn’t be perfect at many of the things I decided to do, but it was great.

I think my favorite new thing that I ever did was to run. I remember when I tried that for the first time. I hated it. I did not want to do it ever again, at least not for pleasure. Fast forward a few years later; it’s put me through some of the coolest experiences, and I’ve run two half marathons plus one full marathon. I’m not done yet. I’m ready to keep going back.

I remember the first time I went hiking, I nearly died from doing something pretty stupid, but here I am years later trying to figure out how I can get a group of hiking peers to go with me on my next adventure. Even if I almost died, I want to go out and do it all over again. I want to chase that feeling.

I’ve tried several things a few times, and even though I don’t go consistently, I still feel pretty good when I go back. I’ve also felt responsible for inviting others to try it the next time around. There’s almost nothing more refreshing than taking someone to do something for the first time. I want to do that more.

I want to go to places I’ve only seen in photographs and take my pictures for it. I went to the strip recently to take photos that I’ve only really seen on Instagram. I ran through those pictures lately, and there’s something so refreshing about looking at them and editing to see how great they could be.

It’s time to start doing new things. What’s next?