It’s been a tough week, as you might imagine, with this sudden news: giving my two weeks notice; getting my surgery, from which I’m still recovering; trying to work out the details of my move. It’s been a week of drama, some tears, some frustration, and yet…
It’s all really starting to come together beautifully. I’ve got my plan tickets, I have my first day at work set (though I will probably have to call and change it, depending on when my car gets shipped), I’ve already begun shipping a few small boxes. I’ve hired a company to ship out my poor, abused car and I may finally have a place to live as I transition into this new life.
It’s a little scary and certainly a little sad to leave this life. There are many, many people (and pets) I’m going to miss a lot. True, also, there’s plenty I’m happy to leave behind. Yet I recognize that if I do not take this chance, I am a fool and will be trapping myself in my own fear box, rather than moving forward with my life.
I feel really blessed that things are going as smoothly as they are. I ask myself what I did to deserve such luck – though perhaps it is nothing, and I can earn it later, with hard work and gratitude. I’m not really scared so much as….nervous. And not even about being there, so much as leaving here. And even then, I’m not so much nervous as I am….happy and excited.
I do not know why I am so blessed, but I pray to God I can make the most of it, for wasting it would be a crime.