My schedule as of late has been at the mercy of others.
Having my hands tied behind my back isn’t exactly natural to me, but logistics overrule even my whims. This June trip back to Chicago marks the final completion of my move. I’m grabbing the very last of my storage unit and hauling it back across this great nation.
Let me just say, while I am elated with where my life is now because I took the chance, the experience of making a big change does not always feel good in the moment. “Doing the work“ is not a fun process with immediate gratification. It was rough, I’m not going to lie. I’m so glad I did it, but I sometimes need to take a break from my gung-ho, positive, type A default and be a whiny brat.
My best advice to you is if you want to feel good now: “Do not follow your dreams, continue to suffer in the ways you are familiar. Its much easier.“
Its not a great long term plan or a recipe for an epic life, but I have to admit, it is rather cozy. Seeking short term comfort might work. For now at least. But if you want to be head over heels in love with your life story, you better get used to pushing your limits. I accept the challenge for better or for worse.