So, after twenty years of watching with my family as our hallowed Saturday night ritual, and now with my Peace Corps service delayed (potentially for years) by COVID-19, I finally applied for Survivor. Making a fun 3-minute video served to remind me of my unique competitive advantages, which gave me a jump-start on believing this could actually be not just a reality show but my future reality.
I can’t imagine they’re shipping folks out to Fiji anytime soon (and besides, there are strict biohazard laws so my little secret plan of planting a quick-growing patch of arugula so my alliance would have some greens with all that rice ain’t gonna happen), but who knows, right? Trust the journey, as is my motto. . . or, as we New Yorkers like to say (thanks to the LOTTO ad campaign from the 1980s), you gotta be in it to win it.
I’m taking a daily Leap of Faith right now, and hitting submit on this application was today’s jump into the trusting hands of the universe. (If interested, here’s another.)