letting things go

one thing I love about being a single twenty-something is the freedom to make crazy decisions. a couple of my girlfriends are in the same boat as me right now. we all are pretty independent. we all have dreams. we all want to have a new adventure. one of them is moving to Chicago in august, one is moving to Denver in august, and I am moving to Virginia Beach in august. all three of us have taken the plunge into this next adventure, and we often get together to discuss the excitement and scariness of this decision.

the nuance of going somewhere new can be intoxicating and terrifying at the same time. it would be easier for the three of us to make a decision based on comforts, old beaus that come back around, money, etc. that would be way easier and way more comfortable, but something that I have learned is that growth isn't easy. growing is actually quite challenging, and therefore, is rarely found in comfort zones. comfort zones are actually crippling of growth because they encourage us to stay the same, comfortable. this is an idea that I cling to whenever the anxious thoughts about change and uncertainty come to mind because it gives me courage to face these thoughts... don't get me wrong, I am by no means always brave. there are many nights lately where I have broken down under all the pressure and uncertainty that august brings, but in those nights I am so thankful for company, chocolate, and a great bottle of wine. after all, wine is cheaper than therapy, darling.