I’m starting to get reminders from Facebook about my move 10 years ago. It’s a play by play of events – me and my mom cleaning out the kitchen while my dad tackled cleaning out the garage of my house, the good luck gifts from colleagues arriving by mail, the signing the lease on the fourth floor walk up in Philly.
I’m amazed I had the courage to go through with it. At the time it didn’t feel like courage, though. It felt like a need. I looked at my life and I knew exactly how the next twenty years would play out if I stayed. I’d live in the same house and take the same 45-minute one-way commute if I was lucky and longer than that if Atlanta traffic decided to be, well, Atlanta traffic. I’d work at the same job with the same people and the same problems with slight variations.
I knew how that story ended. I didn’t want it. So, I embodied the old gif of the kitten walking away from a scene of destruction behind it and made a choice no one expected out of me. Oh, it was hard, but it was worth it.
Keep moving forward. Keep getting better.
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As of Day 36, – 2/5/24
# of Words I Wrote/# of Words Written To Be on Track/Year Goal
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