When you look at your life; at exactly where you are at this point in time, who you’re surrounded by, what you’re doing and how happy you are, they say that every facet stems from a decision that you made somewhere down the line. As times goes on and life gets busy, sometimes we find ourselves looking in the mirror and not loving what we see, or where we are, or the direction we are headed. A few months ago I found myself in that exact position.
For the past two and a half years, I had been traveling for work. I’d seen and experienced things that, at one point in my life, I could’ve only dreamt of. I made friends from all different walks of life and I felt myself grow up in more ways than one.But in the latter half of this past year, my reality started to shift. I was constantly tired, I felt uninspired and I didn’t have my usual spark. I realized that I hadn’t spend any real time with my time with my family and friends in longer than I was willing to admit to myself. My path stared to blur; I hadn’t allowed myself a second to slow down and really think about what I wanted because I was running on auto pilot (but in fast forward). And when I tried to stop and think about what it was that I wanted, I was faced with the scariest reality of all- for once in my life, I wasn’t 100% sure of what my previously carefully curated future should look like. I decided to do some soul searching. My mother came into town for a visit, I wrote in my journal nearly every day, I read my old journals to try to find some hidden clues as to what direction I should take. Then, in a moment of dramatized, Millenial emotion, I Googled “What Should I Do With my Life” and came across this book. It seemed like a sign, so I bought the book and dove right in.
The book is a compilation of different stories from real people all over the country who, like most of us, were at some point faced with the ultimate question on how to spend their life. It’s not a self help book, but it’s exactly what I needed to find the strength to realize that this decision was mine to make, and that I wasn’t the first person to be sitting at this intense, scary cross roads.And just like that, everything became crystal clear, I would leave my job and move to New York City. The place that I dreamt of living for as long as I could remember, but that I had ruled out because it stopped feeling like a realistic possibility. After all, why would I leave a high powered, well paying job to go be unemployed in one of the most expensive cities in America? But once I got the idea in my head, it was all I could think about. I realized that I had been unintentionally reading book after book all set in New York City, but at the time I never considered the possibility of actually uprooting my entire life, everything I had worked for, to pursue this deep buried dream of mine.After way too much thought, some seriously careful planning, and mentally backing out numerous times, I finally made a decision. I put in my notice at work, I sold my car, I packed up everything and I took the biggest leap of faith I’ve ever taken. I spent a month traveling and catching up with my loved ones, and then I finally landed in New York.
Two key takeaways: 1. It wasn’t easy. 2. It was 100% the best, and most difficult, decision I’ve ever made.
I’ve been in New York for about a month and a half now. I have a new job that I love, I’ve reconnected with tons of old friends (who knew so many people live here?) and I’ve ate more pizza than any one person should ever eat, ever. At least once a day, I break out into a huge smile because for the first time in my life, I feel like I’ve arrived; I know that I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be. And maybe I took a huge risk, but you know what they say- with great risk comes great reward.