Many people have been asking me lately why I chose to move from Los Angeles (my hometown), to New York City. It seems to me that my decision for the move in the opinions of others was peculiar and sort of whimsical. They asked me if it was a job, a new love or even if I was pregnant. Ha! Well, it was none of those things at all. It was for something far more important than that…GROWTH.

You see, for me, life had become “business as usual”. I would wake up in my great apartment, walk my great dog, answer countless emails, and make some phone calls. Then it would be a choreography job, teaching or something else that would occupy my iCal, until I had to do it all over again. Life was good. It was consistent and steady, however it was becoming a tad mediocre.

I began to toy with the idea of moving to the Big Apple a lot this year and what it would take to get me there, and more importantly, why my soul was craving a change. That’s where it gets good.

When I really took the time to see what my life truly looked like, I knew that there was more for me. I remembered when I was 13 years old making my first trip to the island of Manhattan, that I became inspired. The museums, the people, the buildings…I recalled promising myself that when I grew up, I would live there someday, because it was so different from LA. That someday turned into a lot of days, and there I was, still living in LA. So, I decided to take a risk, make a move...throw my hat over the fence! I am single, have no kids and with my career I can be based pretty much anywhere, so why not? New York would be my good kick in the butt. They do say if you can make it there, you can make it anywhere.

So now here I am getting lost in the city, stumbling upon live musicians when I turn a corner, and sharing glances with unknown strangers in subway cars. It’s actually pretty magical. That 13-year-old girl inside of me thanks me. There’s fear, excitement, nervousness about it all, but it feels like some good ol’ growth to me.

How often do we ask ourselves if we’re really playing full out in our own game of life? Take a look. Go back to the things you promised yourself as a kid. What are you passionate about and why aren’t you doing it?

As for me, I don’t know how long I’ll be here. It could be 6 months, 6 years, or 60 years. The one thing I do know is this, the unknown has never felt so good.