Chasing the Wind.

Just threw it out there boldly. I forget that I am bold.

If you never ask, the answer is always no.

I’m sitting in a cafe, and I never got on the plane. It started as a joke, and while I tried to convince my sister how it would work, I had actually crafted the perfect plan. But it didn’t stop there.

I sent a few emails, and reached out on social media to a few dream opportunities.

What does it hurt to ask? Maybe there is another reason I didn’t get on the plane. Maybe there doesn’t have to be.

How do you decide if it matters whether you do or whether you don’t?

I don’t make irrational decisions. I just keep chasing after a better me. And that can be accomplished anywhere.