I know I’m crazy
I’m probably crazy. I quit my secure, well-paying job. I gave away half our things, packed up my family and moved to Colorado without any guarantees of employment or stability. I volunteered to keep my son home full-time until he starts kindergarten (only 125 more days) knowing that we both need engaging routines and also have a tendency to drive each other up the wall after exactly three days together.
But I did it because I had to try.
For so many years I’ve wanted to be a writer and photographer. And, technically, for some years I have been. But even more deeply than being a writer and photographer, I’ve dreamed of doing those things on my own schedule.
I’ve want to be able to go to the mountains on a whim. To pick up my son from school at the end of the day. To not worry about what I was going to do if he got sick. To look out the window at bad weather and say “eff that, I’m not going.” To have the freedom on a random Tuesday to day drink with my husband because he’s never going to have a Monday through Friday 9-5 kind of job. I want to have the time and energy to make some kind of small, positive difference in the world around me.
Pursuing your dreams can be terrifying and risky, but the alternative is too. I believe that everyone deserves a chance to do what brings them joy. Whether that dream leaving everything behind and traveling the world with nothing but a backpack or finding stability and security in a traditional workplace. Everyone’s dream is their own and I hope that we can work toward a world where those opportunities are available to everyone.
I’m still a ball of anxiety and I still have a lot to figure out, but this is day one and like Marie Forleo says, “Everything is figureoutable.”
So, here I am. I know I’m crazy.