In the past year, my life has undergone an immense amount of change. Like, immense. Ten months ago, that (then, potential) change scared me more than anything. Today, that (now, powerful) change is the best thing that could’ve happened in my life.
Then, I was terrified of not being able to find a job, and even more so of taking a “less desirable” job to “get my foot in the door.” Now, I am enjoying a new role that was the product of a promotion, from within a company that I have so much pride in.
Then, I was uncomfortable with the idea of stepping outside my comfort zone, away from “content” and toward “ecstatic.” Now, I can’t stop smiling because I no longer have to search for something to be happy about – I just am.
Then, I merely fantasized about the idea of living alone, of having my own apartment with my own things in the midst of a mid-sized city. Now, I pay rent on my own apartment filled with my own things, and I call that apartment home.
Then, I felt lost. Alone. Hopeless. Like I’d never find the right path. Now, I know I’m on the right path. Even better, I know that if that path changes not only will I be alright, I’ll be fantastic. Because that’s just who I am and how I choose to be.
This post is not for the purpose of boasting. It is not for the purpose of conceit, or self-obsession. It is for the purpose of reminding not only myself, but anyone that we can do anything we want to do. It will be scary. There will be rough patches, and sometimes the patches might seem the size of fields, but we can push through them and we can do anything we want to do. We just have to be willing to try. One idea doesn’t work? Try again. Many ideas don’t work? Keep trying. That’s the only way to get to where we really want to go. And if we’re not doing that, what’s the point?