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Safe place to fall

 station 13, Sullivans Island, SC

station 13, Sullivans Island, SC

When I left my career in TV news eight years ago, I said yes to something important. I chose Charleston. I was admitting to myself that I didn't want to move to a new city every few years to climb the proverbial ladder of success. That was a big decision for me, because that's how most people (not all) "make it" in TV. You move up and you move on. But on my own personal journey, I realized I wanted to make my life here. In Charleston. The only place that's ever felt like home to me.

And once I decided that, it became clear that even though I was choosing the comforts--and beauty-- of home, it was time to pave a new way for myself. To step out of my comfort zone. To exit the maze and start living my life.

I attended a field trip with my son's class this week. While the children were learning about barrier islands and sea turtles, I was admiring the view. Amazed that this is where I get to live. This is not a public relations piece for the CVB (but if you need a spokesperson, call me). This is actually a metaphor. Wait for it...

deadly currents

We were on station 13 of Sullivan's Island. To many, 13 is an unlucky number. And on this particular stretch of beach, there's some truth to that.

 sullivans island

sullivans island

But can you see the hazy Charleston skyline? Can you see the Ravenel Bridge there on the right? It's symbolic of how I choose to see the world. It's how I aspire to live. I'm aware of the risks. I know how scary it is to fail. I know how it hurts to have my heart broken. I know it's dangerous out there.

beach rocks

I see the rocks. I know they are there. But I also see what's on the other side of that. It's not out of reach. It's within my grasp. I can touch it. I focus on all the things that are beautiful and good and right. Not always. But I try. Some may say I'm idealistic, and that's fine.

One day, circumstances might lead me out of Charleston. It's not the plan. But I'm not closed off to possibility. But this place will always mean something important to me, because when I took a leap of faith, it was my safety net. It was my safe place to fall.

Where's your safe place to fall?

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