I’ve been contemplating a cross-country move lately, mostly due to finances being tight. It’s a big decision, and I’m not 100% decided on it yet, but over the past week or so I’ve been leaning heavily in the direction of making the move. Today and yesterday, though, I started leaning a bit the other way again.
I’m still not sure what I’m going to decide, but I realized something this morning: thinking about changing my mind again to staying here didn’t feel like that big a deal. Neither does the idea of doing a move.
I mean, it will be a lot of work. But I know I can do it because I’ve done it a few times before and I’m not particularly worried about it.
“You never get to the point where you think “I am the adult”, but you do get to the point where you think “I’ve dealt with this before.” The older you get, the higher and higher the percentage is of things you’ve already been through. Have you ever changed a tire? Had a flat tire? Someday, you might, and the next time it happens, you’ll know what to do, since you’ve already done it.”
It feels like a personal growth moment.