I once took a risk. I didn’t think it was at the time though. But it was new and challenging and all types of scary. I don’t take risks. I once took a risk and abandoned my routines, traditions and plans.
And I found a new one. At the Royal Pereire café in the 17th. In the corner window. With a café crème, my journal and watching the people walk by. It was simple. It was easy, but it wasn’t too. It wasn’t Starbucks. But I do the same thing at Starbucks. It was new.
Risk taking at a corner café….