This past week marked the one year anniversary of me letting go of my life of comfort, and blasting off into the unknown; I call it my ‘dreamaversary’. One year! It may not seem like a long time in the grand scheme of things, but holy crap! One year ago I would have had no idea that I’d be where I am today, and probably would’ve called you crazy if you told me. One year ago I believed that I was taking a two month leave of absence from my job to volunteer and travel in Argentina in order to “get it out of my system” and come home to a newly promoted position. One year ago, I had no idea that what I had originally planned would be completely thrown on its head and slapped sideways to Sunday.
Instead what happened was that my two months away turned into three, seeing as much of South America as I could fit in. My new job when I got home was great, but it took me one month before I knew that no matter how much I wanted it, I wanted the world more. So I quit my job, this time for real, and headed over to the land of Oz. Two months later I moved on to the UK, and am currently planning my next steps.
The last few days I’ve been lost in a fog of nostalgia, memories of where I’ve been and how far I’ve come, rebounding through my mind. I remember the nerves and excitement I felt, each threatening to overtake the other at any minute. I remember the looks on peoples faces, and the tone in their voice when I spoke of what I was about to do (both times ’round!). I laugh at the thought of some of the things I worried about, and cringe at a few others. I’ve learned that the human mind truly knows no bounds, and that I am capable of far more than I ever gave myself credit for.
There isn’t too much point in this post beyond paying recognition to a moment in time. However, if you are to take away anything from it, I hope it’s this: don’t ever underestimate yourself or how far you can go in life, because where you are today doesn’t have to be where you are tomorrow. Our choices and actions have a domino effect; make your move, and the rest will fall into place, just as it’s supposed to. Had I stayed in NY and kept my new job when I got back from South America, I’d still be in a completely different place than before I left. I took a risk, and new opportunities came my way as a result. None of this is to say that every day is perfect; I don’t always know what I’m doing or what my next move will be, leaving me in a frustrating state of limbo, and sometimes I even feel as though nothing has changed at all. It’s days like these last few, though, that serve as a reminder of just how much things have changed, and just how far this journey is from being over.