There are things we’ve always wanted to do but never had the energy, time or — let’s face it— guts to do, right?
If you agree, you’re not alone. If not, you’re either incredibly self-motivated or a liar.
My scariest goal? Moving to Chicago.
I’ve had plenty of excuses to keep this move at bay – The house may not sell. I may not find a good job. Adjusting to city life will be impossible considering I’ve been comfortably living in quiet suburbia for years. The dog will be miserable without a backyard. It’s much more expensive than St. Louis.
These were excuses. Not reasons. They were ideas wrapped in fear wrapped in fiction.
A few weeks ago, an opportunity opened up for Ryan and me to move to the Windy City..
And we took it.
We sold the house (took two days), packed up everything we owned (took much longer than two days) and said our goodbyes. It’s been a rollercoaster ride full of excitement and happiness saddled with anxiety and fear.
But I’m glad we finally did it.
Yes, there have been adjustments. Ryan and I are tripping over one another in our tiny apartment. It takes 30 minutes just to take out the dog if I want to dress appropriately for the weather. I miss my friends and family. I can’t drive anywhere unless I have several hours to kill because traffic. I can’t figure out how to hang photos on plaster walls. Sometimes I get stuck in revolving doors.
Yes, there are still moments of fear and uncertainty. What if I can’t make friends? What if my dog doesn’t get enough exercise? What if we end up broke and can’t afford a house a few years down the road? What if I lose it in my tiny, 648 square foot apartment?
But there are moments of awesomeness — the view of fog descending upon skyscrapers, friendly neighbors who help me carry my groceries, my amazing new gym membership, the food, the view of Lake Michigan from my tiny apartment, running on the lakeside trail, the sound of a living breathing city as I lie awake at night.
And there are so many wonderful experiences to come — fireworks twice a week in the summer, hotdogs at Wrigley, fresh Demolition at Goose Island, beach days, Adler Planetarium membership, long walks through the city parks on weekends.
I have this new life, in a new city. And it’s all because I did something scary and faced uncertainty. The leap was worth it. Yours is too.
Trust me on this one — go do something scary today. Do something you’ve always wanted to do. Face your fears. Take a leap of faith.