Yesterday, I celebrated the year anniversary of landing in Georgia.
It was impractical because I wasn't sure where I would land. Yet, I was compelled.
It was risky because I left without a contingency plan. Yet, I was compelled.
It was insane because I left with no real plan at all. Yet, I was compelled.
And I'm still alive. In fact, I feel more alive than ever before.
Has it been hard? Yep.
Has it been wonderful? For sure.
Has it had miraculous moments? Absolutely.
Have I met wonderful people? Incredible people!
Do I have some stories to tell? DO I HAVE STORIES TO TELL! (read one here)
Would I do it again? Without a doubt. This time, however, I'd leave the "this-is-insane-it-will-never-work-you-can't-do-it-you-will-never-get-it-right-what-are-you-thinking" voices that raged in my head back in Iowa.
I'm really living a dream. It's hard, it's wonderful, it's wacky, it's an adventure.
What adventure would you live if you left the voices that try to give you all the reasons why not to live an adventure behind?
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