When my guy John and I began sharing our news about our move from Wrangell, Alaska to Olympia, Washington, we got some pretty hilarious reactions.
And while most everyone was supportive, excited for us, and totally understood our desire to leave our hometown, some responses included:
“Do you have family there or something?”
“Do you have a job lined up?”
“Does John have a job lined up?”
“But like…what are you going to do down there?”
“Why would you ever want to leave?”
“What if you can’t find any clients?”
“What if it doesn’t work out?”
It was a good reminder that no matter what your dreams are, there will always be people who won’t get it. They either can’t imagine dreaming big themselves or they can’t imagine actually chasing their dreams. So I guess they can’t imagine anyone else doing it either.
Am I a little scared? Hell yes! Comfort zones are like a muscle; you gotta work them to keep them big and strong. And I haven’t worked mine in a really, really long time. So yeah, maybe this will be a total disaster. Maybe I’ll run out of money and be a failure and wonder why I ever left and pack my bags to go back to safety.
But as I type this the evening sun is pouring through the window, I’m sipping on a grapefruit Shandy, a fresh breeze is blowing in, there’s a book of hiking trails beside me, and for the first time in awhile I feel like I’m enjoying the journey instead of just focusing on the destination.
So if this does turn out to be a giant mistake? It’s one of the best mistakes I’ve ever made.
“May your choices reflect your hopes, not your fears.”