My phone buzzes again. It’s like a pot of gold today: when I check my notifications, I see a slew from the customer who just left, followed by plenty of praise for the elle.com story and a resulting flood of new followers, two sales from the e-commerce shop, and plenty of emails. There’s one I have to read twice in order to fully comprehend it.

Nora Mizrahi, a publicist, explains that she represents a variety of luxury event spaces, including the Wythe Hotel, a bougie hotel in my neighborhood with a killer rooftop bar and uninterrupted views of the entire Manhattan skyline. I’ve been there for birthday parties and happy hours. The hotel apparently hosts weddings, too. And if I’m reading this email right—which I think I am—Nora says they’ve had an unexpected cancellation for a wedding this October and would be able to accommodate my wedding on the Wythe rooftop entirely free of charge. There’s a minor catch, as there always is: I would have to promote the hotel heavily on social media and in interviews. I read the email a third time, just to be sure that I am not hallucinating, but Nora’s words seem to gel together. She’s offering me a free wedding. I know that at 100,000 followers, I qualify as an influencer to a degree. If I wanted to, I could probably get free clothes, free makeup, free dinners. But a free wedding? I can’t wrap my mind around it.

I have never been a careful person. I still have childhood scars on both knees from flinging myself down the hill outside our house on my first bicycle sans training wheels. In college, I was the first one in line for another round of tequila shots. Even now, I’m running a jewelry business when I know millennials are supposedly “killing” the diamond industry. It’s not that I don’t care about facing consequences. Trust me, I do. But the upside—the adrenaline rush that comes with taking a risk, the reward that stems from making a bold decision—will always win out in my mind. Your life doesn’t move forward if you sit at home saying no.