One good step begets another and who am I to not abide. So since my last post about finally cleaning out the closet I've kept the momentum going. I quit my job. Then I joined a new early-stage high tech startup. Then I put my house – our house since 1999 - up for sale and am making plans to move downtown in about two weeks. It’s been an absolute whirlwind of chaos.
I can’t say I’m thrilled with all the upheaval. But it’s about time I sat in the drivers seat. Today, a friend asked me how I was coping with all the stress of the change that was going on in my life right now. I brushed off their question with a dismissive statement saying, “Oh, I’ve been through a lot worse.” Funny thing, though, is that even though I’ve been through days where walking barefoot on salt-coated glass would have been less painful, this upheaval still strikes my heart cold from fear. After what I’ve been through, you (and I) would think such a simple task would be trivial. Yeah, well, nope.
Wrestling this great big house full of crap into a packing van and subsequent storage space is beyond my comprehension and my capabilities. But I have this little secret weapon now: faith. I have a very simple faith that frees me to believe that even without a clear path I know I’ll land on my feet.
So I’m leaping. It’s time. It’s going to be a wild ride.