I don’t even know what country I’ll be living in in nine months. Not to mention what part of the country I’ll be living in, what job I will have (presumably) acquired, where I will be living, who my friends will be, or any other of the typical ‘unknowns.’ Which brings me to my recent aha! moment. I think the real mark of being an adult is the necessity of making huge, potentially life changing decisions without having a clue of what the future holds.
Two years ago, I never anticipated needing to make a decision like this. A year ago, I was paralyzed by the (unconscious) need to make a decision like this. Six months ago, I threw up my hands, said ‘what the hell’ and made one of those decisions. Now, though, I’m needing to make decisions on an even more frequent basis and it is both terrifying and exhilarating.
Recently, an extraordinary line startled me while reading a fairly average book. The line (which is now stuck to my wall on a blue PostIt note) says: "Here, I understood, was someone who would not allow me to take comfort in inertia." (The Aviator’s Wife). Decisions are not part of inertia. Decisions are part of action.
Which, in an interesting turn of events, is something I thought about quite extensively about three years ago. Funny how things come back tohauntencourage you.
I recently wrote a blog post about upcoming transitions in my life that I decided not to post - it seemed too ... something, pathetic maybe? Just before deleting it, a second unposted blog caught my attention. The above is an excerpt from that unposted blog I wrote back in January 2016. Below is the blog post I wrote two days ago.
