it’s risky isn’t it?  going after something when you’re not sure how it will turn out.  over and over again, we do this in our lives, every day.  some more simple.  say trying a new restaurant.  going on a first date.  buying your first car.  others a bit grander.  pursuing your dream career.  getting married.  raising children.

last weekend, i found myself on a plane to new york city.  a bit of a last minute trip.  i realized i hadn’t been back in almost a year…a shame.  i went to visit one of my favorite cities.  to meet some new musician friends i made on myspace.  to visit my rock sister, tasneem - who by the way has a very cool new song called "girl."  to meet up with a friend from toronto.  natasha and samata even booked a few meetings for me - it helps to deduct the trip as an expense.   not too mention get some work done.

during the trip, my friend from toronto bought me some organic fruit, an apple and a pear.  all weekend long, i kept carrying the apple in my purse, in case i got hungry.  but every time i got hungry, i stopped in a restaurant and grabbed some new food. 

the weekend went by so fast.  my apple came along for the ride.  a trip to moma and the new contemporary islamic art exhibition.  a vinyasa yoga class.  a stop at the kati roll for an after class snack (the apple sat by).  dinner at bobby flay’s restaurant, the mesa grill.  (this time the apple didn’t fit in my evening purse.)  late night chats over a neat scotch (my new drink of choice) as dear mr. dj spins. 

by the time sunday rolled around, i found myself on the hampton jitney heading out of town…crying.  new york is a vibrant city and the trip seemed too short.  not enough time with tasneem.  not enough time to visit with new musician friends.  not enough late night chats. 

when i got to the airport, i was hungry.  and airport food is never appetizing.  so i opened my purse and realized i still had my apple.  i took a bite.  and i thought…poetic.  all weekend long, i’m in the big apple and i only chose to take a bite out of it on my way out of town.  the forbidden fruit.  the forbidden truth.  i’m curious to know what lies ahead of me now that i’ve had a taste.  it’s important to risk.  without risk, i’d still be hungry.

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