There comes a point when the hero has gone through the cycle from the known to the unknown world and is about to come full circle back to the known world after transforming. Right now is the time for the next part of whatever is happening in my life. This metaphorical baby is due (settle down, Karen, it’s only metaphorical). There’s no more reflecting, retreating, resting, preparing, agonizing, recovering, analyzing. For me it means exactly what it says - what’s next is right now. I wrote this quote in my journal this week. “What’s next is right now.” - Haley Stomp Photo of the author completely unharmed at the subway station You should come.” I’m happy to report Peloton has been in our mall for years now. The most memorable part of the class, other than being on campus, was sitting next to the CFO of Peloton and convincing him, “Yes, people in Iowa exercise and will like Peloton. I crammed in as much as I could in class and sightseeing, although I retained more from the sightseeing. I made it to 5th Avenue, Washington Park, Soho and 30 Rock before heading back home. I rode the subway from my hotel to Columbia near Harlem, and I had a great few days. I reserved a hotel in Times Square, flew in a day early to take the ferry to the Statue of Liberty, tour the 9/11 memorial and visit Central Park. I registered for a finance class at Columbia that fit my continuing education need. So, because never had I ever, I found a reason to go. Just looking at the subway led to your murder. But as a kid in the 80s, NYC was a very dangerous place. Because we’d never heard of half the places I’d traveled for work, I had few pre-conceived fears of going. As a small-town Iowa girl, we were taught to fear NYC. I’d crossed off six of seven continents before going to the biggest city in my own country. A few years ago, after many years of global travel, NYC was on my bucket list. I did some reflection this week on times I hadn’t ever but found a way to. I didn’t really have it nailed the first time around, so I’m giving it another go. Agreed to a new haircut and style called “90s blowout” in a decade not starting with nine.Considered a new business idea with an old friend.Only ordered a side salad for dinner (with ranch, of course).Brainstormed writing ideas to pitch to my favorite publications.Cold-called a CEO of a company I’m interested in and asked the CEO to have coffee at his store.Finished the book Lessons of Chemistry and messaged the author with a meaningful exchange because this book was all that.“Don’t tell me the sky is the limit when there are footprints on the moon.”Īuthor’s photo of a meal in San Marino (since I mentioned Italian) How can you not be inspired at a place where this is on the wall: Also, nothing can fix a mood like warm, garlic naan. I also love the aloo gobi, which sounds so exotic, but is basically just cauliflower and potatoes. My neighborhood restaurant owner makes me feel like my mom is making me lunch and fussing over me, and the chaat, samosas and chicken tikka masala are amazing. More than anywhere I’ve been, India is an immersion experience very different from my normal, and my life is so much richer for it. It reminds me of my trips to India, which were a big stretch for me at first. Or, it’s the fear of the unknown and whatever spicy stereotypes permeate about Indian cuisine for those Midwesterners who consider ranch and ketchup the pinnacle of flavor. Maybe it’s the “we have boneless goat” sign in the entrance. Recently, eating at my favorite local Indian restaurant for lunch, I smiled at the fact I have a hard time finding anyone to eat there with me. While week one of purposely uncomfortable was a lot about physical discomfort in the name of health, week two has focused on trying new things in the name of growth and momentum. Though I’ve never played the game, my life seems to be a series of decisions to reduce the list of “never have I ever” things in my life in case I do get invited to play. Never Have I Ever Played “Never Have I Ever” Author’s photo of shopping outing in Hyderabad
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