The cursor hovered over the send button, as if it was cursing me; daring me to ‘just do it.’ Pressing send— it seemed impulsive, especially since yesterday I said I would stay through November. But, I was dragging out the inevitable wasn’t I? Playing, toying, dreaming, crying over the idea of leaving for months now. At some point, I needed to grow some you know what and resign.
“You think too much,” he told me. “Just let everything unfold. Let it be. Go for it.”
And so, I woke up this morning, deciding to give myself no option but forward. I’m saying yes to the things that have showed up in my life that I can’t pass up. And by saying yes, that means I have no choice but to let go of who has been my home for two-and-a-half years. The European airline with the superhero cape and salad bowl hat.
Holy shit. I’m scared as…
This is going to be fun, though. I’m going to be ok.