But what if I jump and it’s wrong?
If you’ve been following my posts for a while, you know that I tend to leap. I keep my nose to the grindstone until the boredom stifles me. Then my head pops up, like a gopher peering from its hole in the ground, looking for the next task, the next lesson, the next Big Step.
That’s what happened when I “retired” from the day job in 2015. Other than the relationships with my co-workers, there was little interesting in my job. In academia, I didn’t have 15 years of experience, I had 1 year of experience 15 times. Bleah.
So I jumped.
But it still took a few years to get my feet under me.
When it’s time to let go, it’s time to let go
Most recently, I uprooted my life from comfy Colorado, where I’d lived for 35 years, and settled in NW Arkansas. To research ahead of time, I spent a few weeks here before I made my decision.
But I knew it was the right move. My gut knew, my body knew, and after I did my homework, my logic knew too. So I jumped.
So far, things have gone well on so many levels. My work is expanding into new areas. My circle of friends is growing. I can find my way around town without relying on my phone’s GPS most of the time. I love my new doctor, my new dentist, and especially my new massage therapist. I’m gradually getting into the swing of my new life.
Sounds great, right? But full confession, I made a wrong choice.
Failure is a bruise, not a tatoo
I’m still not happy with my living arrangements. I’m renting half of a duplex in an area with no trees. The streetlights are so bright at night, you can’t see the stars.
Suburbia is really not my cup of tea, and this duplex is smack dab in the middle of a booming subdivision full of rentals. I can hear traffic all night.
Even with all the research I did ahead of time, I landed in the wrong spot. I’m in the right area, just not in the right home. It’s time to let go of this place.
Was that choice wrong?
No. Change was ready to happen; I just didn’t expect it to take the form it did. Would I still make the leap? YES!
Here’s the deal. At some point you will always question your decision. Just because you question that choice does not make it the wrong one.
When things don’t work out the way we planned, it’s because there’s a different path for us. We just don’t see it yet. Each decision starts a different string of possibilities. So, we make a different decision and move in a different direction.
It can feel like walking on one of those swinging bridges made of rope. You grip the sides, put one foot in front of the other, and hang on for dear life.
Every choice has a different lesson. You don’t get to be wrong.