So the final Saturday of my twenties was actually a great day topped off with a wonderful night spent Italian-style.
I was invited out to a wonderful dinner in Sunny Isles Beach at Azzurro Italian Restaurant & Bar. It was my first time at this hidden gem, and what a delight it was.
We sat outside under a tiki-style covered area that was close enough to the beach to hear the ocean. Being the Italiana that I am, and probably one of the biggest snobs when it comes to Italian food. But hey, that’s what happens when you grow up with a Giovanni Luigi as your dad.
However, everything on the menu was extremely enticing and the selections we had were extremely good. I would definitely recommend you visit, and say hi to Luca!
No Such Thing As A Stupid Question
I’ve always enjoyed spending time with this person because he truly fascinates me.
At only 35 years old, he has achieved great things, lived in several countries, studied at the top universities, learned several languages, and has a very diverse skill set. He is just an amazing person all together.
I always find myself asking him many questions when he is describing his experiences because they are always so foreign and strange to lil ol’ naive me. The places he speaks of, the cultures, traditions – I love how much I learn every time.
However, this time, although I was still asking him a lot of questions, there was one question I had for myself when I left.
When have I ever taken a risk?
I’m not risking my life by skydiving or hang gliding over a vicious crocodile pit. I’m not going to the Hard Rock Casino tomorrow and throwing my savings down on roulette either.
That’s not a risk. That’s just dumb.
Quitting my job, put everything that can fit in my hot little Camry SE, put the rest of my stuff up on CraigsList and moving to California with no real destination or reason is the kind of risk I’m referring to.
Now don’t you weird peoples go crazy and start sharing this article with my colleagues that this is something lurking in my mind and I’m making moves to leave my job and start a new life…. WRONG.
But what if I did?
From Point A to Point B
I like to think that I’m confident and courageous and would be up for most challenges. But when I hear people talk of their decisions to pick up from everything they’ve known and just move away to start something knew, I feel a pang of jealousy. I never did that. I never took a risk. I didn’t know that feeling.
Yes, I left Rhode Island when I was barely 18 years old and moved to Florida for college, but that’s not a true risk. There is security of a dorm and a meal plan; and as long as I didn’t do something ridiculously stupid (highly possible back then) – I was going to be OK.
I transferred to college in Miami the following year not knowing anyone, but again, I don’t consider that a risk. There was still security in my education, playing golf for the university, and with my network in the golf industry, even my job was secure.
When it was time for Graduate school, I didn’t look anywhere else but Florida because …. Well, now I don’t know why. I probably could’ve told you why 8 years ago, but now I would have to say that I probably just felt very comfortable where I was here in South Florida at the time in my life.
Maybe It Was?
There was a seamless transition from Graduate school to a job with the South Florida Super Bowl Host Committee and then directly into my current position as CMO with County Line Chiropractic Medical and Rehab Centers. (Visit our website here!)
Was it a risk when I took a job with the Super Bowl Host Committee despite my entire background at that point was golf and I was still determined to be LPGA Commissioner by 35 years old?
(Quick side note to Commissioner Whan, this is still my goal, just FYI.)
Was it a risk when I left the sports industry entirely and entered into an executive position in a new industry in which I had no experience?
Sure, you could say those were risks.
But I’m not so sure that I’m satiated with that.
Hats Off To You
I know that I haven’t had the courage to do what many people do throughout their lives like move to new places or travel the world through some exotic occupation.
And I can admit that I was jealous of one of the girls I worked with when she called randomly one Wednesday night about a year ago:
“Tif, we have to go out this weekend. I’m moving to Colorado on Monday. I quit my job, cut my lease and got a storage locker. My best friend lives there so I am going to stay with her for a few weeks and if I like it, I am going to stay and try it out.”
Now that is something I admire. And guess who is still in Colorado…and loving it!? Was I jealous of her courage, passion and free will? Absolutely.
But that’s not me.
Well, that wasn’t me for the past twelve years at least.
Get To The Point
I have no intentions to actively seek out some crazy new gig or lifestyle just to say that I took a risk.
If it’s going to happen, it will happen.
Maybe my thirties will bring an opportunity to take that risk; and maybe this time I will look back on this blog post in consideration. Ha!
Either way, I know that my eyes and my mind have been opened by the people I have met who have taken extraordinary risks and walked into the unknown without a doubt.
I admire these people and they inspire me to be confident in the path that is chosen for me – which hopefully is the one I ultimately follow.
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