Take a Chance on You

Last night, I went for a walk with a friend to help me clear my head and emotions around my current job dissatisfaction. I'm trying to figure out what my next chapter will be. Will I seek an entrepreneurial route or take my skills to another organization? Or will I stay in complacency?

I left her at her front door and continued on my way home when, out of nowhere, the ABBA song, "Take a Chance on Me", popped into my head.

"Gonna do my very best and it ain't no lie
If you put me to the test if you let me try
Take a chance on me
(That's all I ask of you, honey)
Take a chance on me"

You're singing it now, aren't you?

I take EVERYTHING as a sign. Is the Universe (via ABBA) trying to tell me that it's time to take a chance on me? That if I jump, a net will appear?

I guess the only way to find out is to ..." do my very best, baby can't you see.  Gotta put me to the test, take a chance on me."

Now it's officially stuck in your head.  You're welcome.

Feel-good ABBA vibes aside, what's holding me back is my least favorite four-letter word.  Fear.

Fear that I will fail. That I won't be able to hack it.

But as I kept walking (and mentally looping ABBA on repeat), something shifted.

What if the message wasn’t complicated?

What if it was simply this: Take a chance… on you.

Not because it’s guaranteed to work out. Not because you have it all figured out. But because staying where you are is starting to feel worse than the risk.

And maybe that’s the moment that matters.

Not when you’re fearless. But when you’re honest enough to admit: This isn’t working anymore.

So you take a step.

Not a leap. Not a perfectly mapped-out plan. Just… a step.

Maybe it’s a conversation. Maybe it’s an application. Maybe it’s simply allowing yourself to imagine something different.

Because every time you move—even a little—Fear loses just a bit of its grip.

Who knows? Maybe ABBA was onto something.