I’ve spent the past few months reading inspirational books on making the most of your life. They have been a lifesaver because of one simple reason: It’s really freaking hard to commit to making a huge life change that will shake up everything you know when there isn’t a defining factor making you do it. Books like I Am That Girl, The Do Over, and You Are A Badass have been reassuring me that other people have made big leaps and survived to tell the tale.
Let’s say my whole family moved to Washington and I had the choice of staying home or going with them. That would be an easy one, right? I would go where they go. Or what if I was offered my dream job (Personal Assistant, Life Coach, and Hand Holder of Ryan Gosling), but I had to relocate to Seattle. Both of these hypothetical and unlikely situations have one thing in common – there is a clear, external catalyst that would propel me to make the leap.
Life usually doesn’t work out that way, though, and reality is much different. I am deciding to be my *own* catalyst. And that’s a scary thing. Hence the self help books.
This journey has led me to a huge epiphany that I’m sure SO many other people have had (but it’s taken me 26 years, whatevs) – I need to believe and invest in myself enough to be my own catalyst for change. It’s so easy to let things be, to forget that there is a possibility for better, and that sometimes you need to put yourself in situations that are terrifying, new, unknown.
Right now, we are waiting to hear back from a landlord in Seattle to see if we got our dream loft in our favorite area of the city. I really hope we get it, because I have already pinned about 350 pins for loft decorating tips. Hopefully my next journal entry will say the loft is ours…
Until next time.