I just packed up everything that would fit in my car and I moved over 1,000 miles away from home. I can't help but feel scared. I am honest to myself about my fears and the worst that could happen isn't really that bad, but it doesn't stop me from feeling scared. I can't believe I am doing this.
Do you remember being a kid and trying to run away from home? I tried to do it a few times, however by the time my teddy bear and I got to the corner, we were afraid and lonely and felt like nobody else in the world would love us, so we went back home. I couldn't even walk as far as the park, which I walked to almost everyday. It was incredibly scary.
I'm not that little girl anymore and I am not running away from anything. However, it is still scary thinking about being all alone in this huge world. I know I have family and friends that will always love me. I know that I will make more friends, but in the mean time I am nervous about standing out on the limb of a tree. I am reaching for the fruit, which can only be reached on the limb, however I can feel that the sturdy base of the tree is missing.
I think back to what life was before my adventures ever started. I remember how I felt and I remember what I did from day to day. I don't want to go back there. There is no going back. I may return one day to Colorado, but that life is forever gone to me. The thought keeps me going. Colorado was the strong tree base. Although steady and sturdy, it produces no fruit for me.
Here is to the risk-taker inside of me, and inside of all of us!
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