Isn’t it crazy that some of the best things in your life have the potential to destroy you? Think “high risk, high reward.”
Think about the people you know who are successful. Not just financially, but with love, family, or whatever it is you believe to be successful. They all have one thing in common. At one point or another they risked everything to have what they have right now. High risk, high reward.
The way I put it seems almost simple right? Like taking a huge leap of faith is just easy.
It’s been almost two years since I moved to Dallas. I had a little savings and zero plans, but I knew I was meant to be here. The people who were around at the time saw me make the decision really quickly. What they didn’t see was the months leading up to my move. The need to get out. To be free. To completely change my life and get the things I have always wanted. I remember visiting my best friend one weekend. At the time, I had no intentions of moving to Dallas. A month later, I moved. High risk. High reward. Right? Sure.
People also didn’t see what happened next. I started bartending and trying to pick up clients. I had a few, but I was a nobody here in Dallas. It was hard. I was barely making it at times. Charging half of what I normally would charge to even be able to train clients and having to focus more and more on bartending just to make ends meet. I remember the second restaurant I worked at. My very first day there I had my last $50 stolen from me. I was thankful the manager skipped my training and let me start making tips the next day. I also remember when my head gasket in my Mustang blew and I didn’t have a car. Thankfully, I had started at SER by then so I had enough money to buy a $900 Taurus. It wiped me out, but at least I had a way to get around. There were points when I couldn’t do Jiu Jitsu because I couldn’t afford it and because I hurt my neck. If you know me, you know that is a big deal. It took a long time for me to find and be able to afford the gym I am at now! It was really hard and I felt really alone at times. Dallas almost destroyed me.
I never gave up.
Fast forward to almost two years later. I am sitting here at the dining room table I built with my amazing boyfriend, with my crazy but awesome dog sitting at my feet, writing a blog post for my website that people actually look at. I get to do as much BJJ and MMA as I want, I have my blue belt and I have an amazing, but high risk opportunity staring me in the face. Am I scared? Hell yes. I am nowhere close to what my vision of success is, but if my move to Dallas has taught me anything, it’s that you can risk everything as long as you are willing to work your ass off to keep it! High risk. High reward.