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I took a chance by leaving NY and a solid job and upturning trajectory to move to LA, where I fought depression and a dying marriage, a divorce and an uphill battle to find a place for myself here. Its the best thing I ever did for myself, a true challenge that has set me on a far better independent and creative track with closer friends and allies, a lovely cottage and a beautifully soulful dog.
Took a chance on love. Lost. Big time. Took me two years to get over him. And even then I mist up. Occasionally.
Took a chance on getting my book published. Haven't lost as yet but only rejections so far.
Took a chance on not taking up a job but being a freelancer. Well, things are getting interesting. Am doing an interesting documentary script. Am looking a corporate-sponsored major coffee table assignment. Am doing two retainers with professionals I have worked with in the past. And am looking at two fabulous, planned holidays in the next six months! Maybe I'll find happiness after all!!!!!
The last big chance I took was about one year ago. I had been working for a company that was supposed to move me to another state, but they encountered massive financial problems and went under, leaving me with no money and sleeping on my mom's sofa.
I had only a couple grand left in the bank, and instead of doing something practical with it, like buying a car, I decided to go on a vacation to England.
While I was there, I met someone, fell in love, and took my next big chance: We got married two weeks ago and I'm moving to England.
Never be afraid to take a chance.
This morning I finally dug into a container of "Mascarpone" cheese that I brought home from a bachelorette weekend because no one else wanted it. For the last 2 months (yes, TWO MONTHS), I've been pondering what the hell to do with "Mascarpone" (a "sweet, soft Italian cheese") - aside from making tiramisu, which isn't happening - peeking inside the container every few days to check for mold. Well, this morning, as I defrosted a bran muffin, I finally found some mold. And I *almost* threw that shit away. But, just as I opened the lid to the trash can, I had another thought: why not take a chance on cheese, live a little, release the wilderness within...? so I scraped off the mold and spread a nice thick layer on my muffin. Creamy delicious! After a mild panic brought on by some churning and burping, I am feeling pretty confident that I won't barf! Yay for chances! Favorable!
I applied for a job in the newspaper just for the hell of it. I had been at the same place for 2 years and they were still not giving me enough hours to be full time, and it wasn't looking like that would happen any time soon. So I applied, went to two interviews, and got it! The outcome? I'm at a new place, meeting awesome new people, and learning more than I ever would have at my other job! Oh yeah, and making a hell of a lot more money, which in turn means that I am now able to buy a great house in the neighborhood I love!
The last chance I took... I took a chance on Wednesday and decided to stay home "sick" from school. It was seriously the perfect day to do it - I'd told my mom the night before that I thought I was getting allergies again, even sneezed a couple of times, and my two best friends have been sick for a week or two. Also, there wasn't anything really going on in my classes. Usually my mom has a go-unless-you're-puking-or-dying rule for staying home from school, but she seemed to jump at the idea. What did she do all of Wednesday? Went to town, napped, went to the tanner, etc. (Our dog destroys the house when we're both gone, so usually she can't leave).
Anyway, that turned out to be positive. And then what happens the next day? I catch my friends' colds and have to stay home. And I'm staying home again today because I'm so sick I can barely move.
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I quit my job and applied for graduate studies as well as graduate assistantship. I had no idea if I'd get it, but i had to quit my job because of contracts ending at the time when I'd find out or not. I spent three months wondering if I'd be jobless and graduate-less or not.
Outcome? I got in!
Saying committing to and paying a deposit for a retreat to North Carolina through my church as I can't predict how I well I will feel each and everyday. I decided to say screw it and went on the trip. I got to know some friends even deeper and made new ones.
The first full day, I had felt terrible, had a fairly bad IBS attack, had pretty bad fatigue, slept a lot and couldn't eat much of anything all day, my abdomen was very tender and sore but I tried my hardest not to get me down. The next morning I decided to go one a hike alone. I want to challenge myself to see if I could hike a 4 mile trail up to one of the summits of the mountains at the camp. I almost gave up 3 times but I persevered and made it. It was a great accomplishment because I have gotten out of shape the past few years. I didnt even go back to the room to sleep afterward. I had enough energy to visit the Biltmore Estates.
Last night (9.15.0
. A woman I did not know offered to walk two of my kids down to the second floor parking lot of the grocery store while I took my baby and the grocery cart down in the elevator. My son took off with her before I could say anything. She told me she had a son about the same age as my oldest so it would be okay. Then my daughter asked if she could go too and I said yes. What was I freaking thinking? Was I just so sleep deprived that I spoke before I thought? The elevator could not get there fast enough. At one point I was tempted to run after them and bring them back, but then I would have had to leave the baby and what then? But it turned out okay. I would have hated myself if it hadn't.
Lied to my parents about where I was going after the barbecue on Saturday and let the first guy I've had butterflies for since forever drive me around to a bunch of house parties that didn't work out. I was still home an hour before curfew and we flirted a shit ton and had a lot of fun.
Outcome? My little heart is melting.
This morning (and every morning) as I open my eyes, throw the covers back and my feet touch the floor.
um, i trespassed on farmland - the chance i was really taking was bigger than that
these are awesome! if you are stuck and just want to write about a very small chance you took, like going to store, that's totally fine.
I wrote some new material ripping into Jonas Brothers on the train to a gig. Didn't really think there were any jokes there but decided to do it anyway.
Uh, the gig didn't happen in the end, so does that still count? I still went through the anxiety, just without the outcome.
I took the 7 year old grandson of a friend of mine to the zoo yesterday. Utter failure. The kid is so far out of control I had to physically restrain him from going over the barrier. His grandfather had workmen over doing the roof - the mom and grandmom were working. This kid is a safety hazard who thinks he does not need to listen. But letting him over the safety barriers was NOT an option.
sigh.
I took a chance on myself. The outcome is favorable - I still love me!
daily, i take chances within my profession.
like the majority of people living in NYC, i am an artist (painter) trying to survive on my talent.
chance? yes. risk? definitely. outcome? stereotypical starving artist lifestyle trying to sustain a living in the most expensive city in the world...
I took a chance on moving in with 3 young ladies I didn't know that well. They are intelligent, fun, and sweet people. I definitely think the outcome is favorable. But the night is still young...
I am taking a chance in Texas by not evacuating. Its not mandatory but many have left already.
I got an apartment in korea town. The mexican food is good but the intermittent yelping of all the small dogs in the neighborhood is definitely unfavorable.
I took a chance in vegas. A BIG chance. Result: my money no love me long time. 
At age 24 I was living in Los Angeles pursuing acting when I was laid off at 9 a.m. and hit by a drunk driver by midnight (on PCH in Malibu). Two weeks later, my sister/roommate said she was moving back to Oregon and that I needed to find a new place to live. So without I car, job, or place to live, but with a broken finger and clicking pelvis, I decided to move to NYC.
Hours before I would board a one-way plane to NYC, my 38-year-old NYC boyfriend who had previously insisted I stay with him until I found a place, was now asking if I was subletting an apartment on 108th Street - the same one he convinced me not to take only weeks earlier because it was "too dangerous" for a 24-year-old girl. He claimed "amnesia" from the car accident. I got in that plane anyway. I arrived at JFK virtually home alone, the boyfriend essentially left me for dead. What happened next was a tale of survival in the city that I would eventually write into a novel, LOST IN MANHATTAN. The ex-boyfriend who I never saw again until the Malibu hearing against the drunk driver, was recently named the "central shady figure" in a $6B lawsuit and was arrested on unrelated WIRE FRAUD charges.
While the book is so far unpublished, it was optioned by a film producer and previously in development at Oxygen Media, and is now forming the basis of a screenplay to be shot in 2009.
Everything happens - or doesn't happen - for a reason. At age 24 I had been devastated that a guy would do what he did, but now I see I was spared. The accident was divine intervention. Hindsight is 20/20.
I suffer from agoraphobia. There are times when it is really hard for me to just step outside my front door to go check my mail. I fight panic attacks every time I have to take my daughter to pre-school and enter a classroom full of other parents and their children.
The last chance I took was deciding to let my husband stay home during my daughter's first day back to school. I went with her by myself and met a wonderful woman who I had a lot in common with. Despite myself, I made a new friend that day. It was really refreshing. 
Four years ago, fresh from a divorce as a single mom with two boys, I decided to start my own business. I came up with the concept and it has morphed into something wonderful. Now I am being approached to franchise it.
Amazing what can happen if you take a leap of faith.
I went on a four-day holiday by myself, to a city I didn't know much about, knowing only the flight details and where I would stay. It was fun and stress-free. I discovered the city at my own pace, didn't do any of those double-decker bus tours. I met a few people and rekindled my interest in history. Next time I have time off (or a long weekend), I'm going to a different city to do the same thing.
Went to Singapore for a quick holiday. Was introduced to a local entrepreneur over a drink of tea. Offered a job. Took it. Moved from Australia to Singapore. Got married too.
That first job was a disaster. Toxic workplace. Complete breakdown. Loss of self-esteem. Hospitalisation. Learnt a great deal about myself.
Recovered, stayed in Singapore, new job, then a better job. Now I work between the two countries.
Bad outcome created the circumstances for a good outcome.
One day when my manipulative, abusive boyfriend I lived with was "working late" my best friend and I packed up all my things and I left. Just like that. After 6 years of being abused physically and mentally I finally found the courage to leave, that beautiful summer day.
I am now with someone even more amazing than I had ever dreamed of for myself. I feel safe, I feel happy and for the first time in so so many years I can sleep.
I put on a performance for my MA degree that I knew was going to be difficult for most people. alot of people I expected to hate it, actually enjoyed it and got something lovely from it. I am satisfied with this result. I have no idea what the "official" result will be and doesn't matter.
I dropped everything and moved across the country on a week's notice with no job lined up and hardly any friends in the city I was headed. I ended up with a well paying job but wasn't happy with where I was headed so I did the exact same thing again 9 months later. Despite a few months of being absolutely near homeless broke I not only am getting my life together but I'm finally working in a the kind of job I was looking for (I start monday!).
I got married right out of college and moved to Brooklyn. My husband works, but I don't, so I get to go out and explore the city every day. The best chance I ever took!
i applied for, and landed, a new job after putting up with mine for far too long. outcome awesome
I just took another chance on being published in this magazine. Hopefully I'll have 2 entries and everyone else will have only 1. And I can say that I had twice as many entries as everyone else. Hoping for the best.
Lord Beejizzle
I took a chance on buying season tickets to the Los Angeles Kings (hockey team). They came in last place last year so my guess is that this wasn't a good investment. But it was a chance worth taking (atleast in my mind). The outcome is yet to be determined.
I took a chance by leaving the windows and sunroof of my car open. It's a beautiful day out, and I don't believe that the rain forecast for later this afternoon will come true. At least, I hope they don't.
I took a chance on love. I left everything behind and moved to a new city, no job, no friends, no connection, no money; only faith. When love was lost, I took a chance and tried to make the new place a home for myself. The possibilities feel endless right now.
I took a chance on buying some flavoured Vodka because it looked so pretty in the bottle. I soon found out that it had a weirdly horrid saccharine taste, but I still have to drink it because it was expensive.
Out of the blue, a friend from college offered to fly me out to L.A. and put me up at his apartment "no strings attached".
I accepted and learned that when someone says "there are no strings attached," there ARE strings attached.
Every day I have the chance to work on my own photographic project. But every day I decide to work overtime on my boss' photographic projects because they have to be finished on shorter notice.
I know I suck at taking chances...
I decided against buying more milk. Subsequent caffiene deprivation reduced my productivity. That was a bad outcome.
At the start of this week I handed in my resignation from a job with a regular paycheck, benefits, and job security...
...but not career security. I'm very optimistic about my future in freelance. M!
Got up on stage and improvised a scene.
It was kinda neutral.
I've come out against hate group members and local politicians who persecute immigrants in our community.
Positive result: We are going to win the fight against bigotry.
Negative result: I've been threatened, called names, and generally harassed by evil people. OH WELL! They won't shut me up.
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