Last year my lovely friend LW packed up her life, left her job and her home, and moved to the Rocky Mountains to pursue a new career path.
I don't think I have to tell you what an inspirational act of bravery that is. We all know how hard change can be. I can't count how many times I've stayed in dysfunctional, or even destructive, situations because the alternative--The Unknown--was just too scary. I can't tell you how many opportunities I've missed out on because I was afraid to take a chance. And I certainly can't total up the hours I've spent suffering because I tried to fight changes that were inevitable, that were beyond my control.
Like most humans, I am a creature of habit. And, like most humans, I crave variety and adventure. I hem and haw and stress and yearn and over-think. I weigh and want and dream. And then, eventually, I jump.
It's terrifying and wonderful all at the same time. Sometimes it works out for the best, and sometimes it doesn't. But I can tell you this: I have yet to regret a single leap.