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.