NOTE: Jessi, Loren and Will, this post is for you.
“Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” -Mary Oliver
Tomorrow, we will have lived in Michigan for two years.
But more importantly, today marks the day that we left.
I don't know about you, but for me getting started, on any task, whether it's sitting down to do homework, going for a run, or move across the country to go to law school, is the hardest part. Once, I get going, I'm completely fine. It's the starting part that I struggle.
You see, when you start any journey, however big or small, that means you actually believe the words that are coming out of your mouth. It means that whatever it is you're about to do is totally worth it.
I am from one of those small towns where it is extremely hard to "get out." It is also one of those places where everyone and their dog knows your business. There are also two groups of people: those who get out and those who didn't. You can certainly tell the difference between the two too.
Those who have left know that while it's still home and will always be home for us, there is a whole world that is exciting and exhilarating that is just waiting to be explored. It is rare for us to return to live. If we come back, we don't stay for very long. (I did it once myself and didn't stay for very long. I plan to do the same this next go round.)
The other half, the half who didn't leave, are further broken down into two groups: those who can't believe we'd have the nerve to leave and those who are related to those who have left. The first group is pretty self-explanatory. The other group longs to go out, but for some reason seem to be stuck with taking that first step.
This post isn't about me tooting my own horn about leaving. Yes, it is a huge deal that we had the courage to move cross country for a dream I've had since I was 17 years old. But that's not the point to this post.
Despite those rough spots to my small hometown in Oklahoma, it is still home for me and a lot of other people.
This post is about taking that first step.
If you've done the research, prayed over it for a long time, and have the green light from the big JC, then it's time to move forward.
Don't be afraid or concerned with the fear of missing out on what you're leaving.
Be concerned with the fear of missing out on what you will miss if you don't.
Will it be hard? Of course it will. But it will be more than worth it too.
I've left my hometown twice.
Both times I've never regretted my choice for one second.
Both are considered the among the top three greatest experiences of my life.
Both were the start of the greatest learning experiences of my life.
And both have brought more joy than I could have ever imagined.
So, if you're waiting to take that first step, let today be that day. It really is the hardest part of the whole dang thing.
You'll still die famous in your small town. You'll just be the gal or guy who was known for his/her courage to see the world and lived to tell the tale.
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