Growing up, I had always thought I wanted a simple life.
I wanted what every little girl wanted – to meet a cute boy, fall in love, get married, buy a house, have children… Oh, how the times have changed.
I have had my share of bouncing around – I literally had to stop and close my eyes to count how many times I had moved into different houses from the time I was 15 until this day. In those five short (but lightning quick) years, I had moved houses on my own 16 times.
Needless to say, I haven’t exactly had the most stable living arrangements or lifestyle; consistency isn’t my strong suit.
While I was lost and bouncing around, all I ever hoped for was stability and to be comfortable in one place. For the last five years, that’s all I had ever wanted.
Then it happened, I got comfortable – and it scared the shit out of me.
I have finally found consistency. I have finally found stability. I have a beautiful house, an incredible bedroom decorated how I had always imagined, I love my job(s), I love my friends…Yet all I can think about is running away again.
I have grown to love the uncertainty and the adventure of figuring things out. Hell, all I have ever really known.
I’m not that little girl that wants to settle down anymore – not yet anyways. I want to see it all.
Being comfortable had now made me feel uncomfortable.
I want to see every single inch spreading across this big beautiful boulder we live in.
I want to dip my toes in every single body of water and breath every speck of salt air in through my lungs.
I want to do everything that scares the shit out of me and takes my breath away.
I have found that sometimes a little spark of magic happens when we deviate a from our plans. So loosen up, let go, and allow yourself the courage to close your eyes and enter the unknown.
Life happens outside of your comfort zone, so make the step.