The conversation begins again

I can hardly believe it has been three months since my last post. Quite a lot has happened to me in these past few months and I promise to catch up over the next few days. I have a lot to say—to my friends, my past, my present, my future, and to myself.

At some point in our lives, everything seems to come together. At least for a minute.

We find the perfect job, the perfect home, the perfect restaurant, car, pair of jeans, music, the perfect lots of things. We take a chance on all of these things. What is it about us that makes us take that chance and why do we keep taking them? Is it the passion behind taking the chance that makes us keep coming back for more?

There is something dangerously intriguing about taking a chance. Will the job work out? Will the car still run in a year? Will the jeans always fit the way they do in the fitting room? Will we end up with a broken heart? With each of these questions, we find an answer, good or bad.

And yet we do keep coming back for more. But that is what is so magical about the chance. Even if things don’t always go as planned, we pull up our big girl panties and start looking for the next adventure. For all of the bad, the good is still so sweet. Perhaps that is why we keep taking chances.