It’s no surprise that I love taking risks. I mean, look at my track record… I moved to California without a plan, I quit my 9-5 job without a plan, and I bought a dog without a plan. I get a rush out of the unknown and a surge of energy when I step out of my comfort zone.
This week I was talking with my hairdresser, Lori, and she told me about her 45-year-old friend who picked up and left town to move to San Francisco. She had reached a point where she knew she was not going to have kids and she needed a life change. Lori told me that she had never seen her friend so happy. She was literally glowing the last time they ran into each other and had lost 19 pounds.