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30. And beyond.

30. And beyond.

Ahhh 30. I thought you would never come. As most of you know by now, the days leading up to my 30th birthday were not what I imagined they would be. By Sunday, my birthday, I was too exhausted to do anything but throw on a pair of pajamas and drink some champagne. My birthday … Continue reading

Day 363-366 Risk: A Lesson In Fear

Day 363-366 Risk: A Lesson In Fear

When I envisioned the weekend of my thirtieth birthday, I imagined Mexican beaches and margaritas. Or karaoke and Asian cuisine. When the weekend got closer and the planning began, I envisioned the circus show we’d be going to, and playing in the park. What I did not imagine was that the days leading up to … Continue reading

Day 347 Risk: Submit For A Writing Audition

There was no forethought to this risk, no days of pondering and questioning, running through possible scenarios of how this risk would turn out. I didn’t even think twice about this risk, instead I acted completely on impulse. A good friend of mine emailed me at the beginning of the week letting me know about … Continue reading

Day 345 Risk: Sneak Into a Movie

When the train is running late, I’m a frustrated mess, the thought of being late sending me into a panic. Every month I diligently sit down to my computer, paying my bills at least three to four days before the due date. I used to show up early to every event I was attending, arriving … Continue reading

Day 338 Risk: Gamble

Day 338 Risk: Gamble

I’ve never really gambled before. I’ve done penny slots on cruise ships that house casinos, but that’s not the kind of gambling I’m talking about. I’ve never done any¬†hardcore gambling, the high stakes, winner take all kind of gambling. A good friend of mine does though, and for his birthday he wanted to take a … Continue reading

Day 335 Risk: Begin A Writing Class

Day 335 Risk: Begin A Writing Class

There were the usual fears with this risk, the ones I always experience when I start something new. There was the fear that I’d fail, that I’d be seen as stupid and foolish, that everyone would hate me and I’d be in for eight weeks of hell.¬† When I signed up for this writing class … Continue reading