All of my life, I’ve lived on a timeline with very specific predetermined deadlines. Whether it was going from 1st grade to 2nd grade, or knowing that I would spend 6 months on co-op or 5 years in college there was an end date. I always knew that whatever journey I was on would come to an end and it would be time for the next adventure. That is until adulthood...real adulthood slapped me across the face like a wind chill on a late fall day.
I am embarking on a new phase of my life with no deadlines, no predetermined amount of time in my back pocket incase this is not for me. From here on out it’s all about what I make of it, and the next step is based solely on my discretion. It’s scary to think about, but it is what it is *kanye shrug*.
I’m making a big move soon, and the only question I keep getting asked is if I am excited. Being the introspective and difficult person that I am I have yet to answer yes. Okay... while yes, the idea of what is to come is exciting--I will not negate that fact, but am I actually excited? Here's where people usually become uncomfortable... I don’t think that I am. I am curious, intrigued, and captivated by the next leg of my journey, but excited is not an emotion that has reached me yet.
We shall see what this next adventure holds. Maybe, I get on the plane and the butterflies start to form and maybe the excitement will roll in with them. But for now, I’ll remain curious and appreciate every part of this odyssey.
Three women going through life.