Do something that scares you.


They always say to do something that scares you.

To live outside of your comfort zone.

That you’ll be better for it.

Well I hate to break it to you, but it’s true.

You don’t need to do it all of the time.

You’ll be just fine if you spend most of your time your comfort zone.

That’s okay.

But if you want to grow, you need to get outside of it every once and a while.

Do something that makes you uncomfortable.

Do something that scares you.

If you know me well, you know that I hate flying.

My stomach turns as I’m approaching the airport.

I get nervous at any sign of turbulence.

There’s just so much that gets to me.

I hate it.

I’ve gotten better, but it still makes me nervous.

I put myself in a situation to fight this fear on Friday.

My best friend lives in Missouri, and I haven’t seen her in a year in a half.

I talk to her here and there but we haven’t gotten to spend time together in quite some time.

I found myself really missing her this last spring, and with some push from my husband, decided to fight one of my biggest fears to go and see her.

Flying by myself.

Just the thought of it made me so incredibly nervous.

We all have fears in life, and this is one of my biggest.

I looked for the only nonstop flights that were available, and booked my tickets as fast as I could.

For the fear of doubting my decision.

I put if off in my mind.

I let the excitement of seeing my best friend outweigh the thought of flying by myself for the first time in my life.

The more I didn’t think about it, the faster the day approached.

I packed my suitcase and tried to leave behind every worry I had.

Saying goodbye to my husband and son was hard, I tried to fight back tears as they left.

I felt a certain sense of accomplishment as I made it through the security line, it meant I had moved one step closer.

I sat in silence waiting for our plane to board.

The fact that we boarded 20 minutes late didn’t help my nerves, but meeting a nice family in line to board did.

I snagged the first window seat I could find and was joined by two super nice people.

There were only a few minutes between sitting down and the plane taking off, that seemed to help.

The woman who sat down next to me could tell that I was nervous, she kept asking me questions and talking to me as we took off.

Her genuine kindness made me forget about what I was afraid of.

Once I popped in my headphones and turned on 13 going on 30, I kind of forgot about everything.

It was such a smooth flight.

I looked out the window as often as I could, in awe of what I was doing.

I couldn’t believe that I was up in the air, by myself, doing the one thing that scares me the most.

The smooth flight was almost a sign.

A sign that I didn’t need to worry.

After a little more than three hours, we landed in St. Louis Missouri.

I was over 2000 miles from home.

I walked out of the terminal with so much pride in myself.

And I was reminded of why I did it when I saw my best friends car approach me outside of the airport.

I got to have such a fantastic weekend with my best friend in a brand new state.

I touched the St. Louis Arch.

I went a baseball game and crossed a 5th stadium off my list.

Most importantly, I got to take a peek into her world.

See where she has called home for two and a half years.

It was one of the best trips and I’m so incredibly thankful that I went.

That’s what happens when you step outside of your comfort zone.

You get rewarded.

You learn a little more about yourself.

Cross items off of your bucket list.

Make memories.

And face your fears.

You won’t overcome your fears unless you do those things that scare you.

I was so happy when our plane landed in Portland yesterday.

I’d be lying if I said that it was a good flight.

It sucked honestly.

But it didn’t matter.

I had done it.

I had done the one thing that scared me the most.

I flew across the country by myself.

And had such an amazing time.

So remember.

When they tell you to do the things that scare you.

Do them.

You won’t regret it.

Where would you go?


If you could run away where would you go? Would you go?

There’s always one place in my mind.

A place that I instantly fell in love with the first time I saw it.

Maybe it’s because when I first saw it at age 15 I was in complete awe and knew that I wanted to go back.

Or because I got to explore it with my husband ten years later.

New York City.

I wouldn’t normally love somewhere that’s flooded with people and noise, since I can barely handle crowds at the grocery store.

But there’s something about New York that I just love.

If there’s a movie or television show that takes place in New York, I have to watch it.

Pictures of the view from the Empire State Building.

The thought of pizza from Rubirosa.

Or bagels from H&H.

Anything that has me dreaming of the City that never sleeps.

Jason and I went there on our honeymoon.

I know, I know, New York on your honeymoon?

Not the typical honeymoon destination.

We decided we wanted to go somewhere we would have endless adventures.

And New York was that place.

We stayed in a hotel on the upper East Side near the edge of Central Park.

Our hotel room was so incredibly small and the view from our window was a brick wall.

Glamours I know.

There was a little secret to it though.

If you went to the rooftop you had this amazing view of Central Park.

We both knew it would be the first place we had to go.

We tried going at night.

I felt like Kevin McCallister in that one scene of Home Alone 2 where he walks through there at night.

Not our best idea.

During the day was much better.

We walked for 12 miles and still didn’t cover it all.

It was easily my favorite part of the trip.

Besides the bagels of course.

We walked miles and miles.

Mastered the subway after a few trips.

Went to the Bronx Zoo.

Saw a Yankee game at night against the Red Soxs.

Saw the World Trade Center memorial.

Got to watch the Today Show film.

Went to the Museum of Natural History.

One of the highlights of the trip was taking a boat tour.

We hopped on this relatively small boat and took off along the outer part of the city.

We had Brooklyn on one side and New York on the other.

Seeing the city as the sun set and the buildings all lit up, was the most wonderful site.

And the Statue of Liberty in all her glory.

It was the best trip.

But it’s just something about that city.

The feeling that you can be anyone you want to be.

That dreams completely fall apart or come true right in front of your eyes.

There’s something about the magic of New York City that I just loved.

Would I go if I had the opportunity to just run away?


I’m not impulsive.

And I wouldn’t go unless my family could go with me.

The city is so big and full of life.

But can also feel very lonely.

I wouldn’t want to go by myself.

If I had the opportunity to pack my loved ones up and explore the city at this time of year, I would go.

Just not by myself.

Maybe I love the city because of this time of year.

I’ve never been lucky enough to get to see it during this time of year, but I want to do it in my lifetime.

And during New Year’s.

I’ve been do Las Vegas many times, and dodger stadium is amazing, but New York City has my heart and always will.