I’ve been on the step given that I was 18
When I left home, I never went back.
Since then, I’ve lived from shore to coast– all the way east, all the way south, completely west.
Have not made it north yet …
Various other countries. A couple of areas.
New cities. New streets. New lives.
I never ever hesitated about beginning again– I just did it.
A lot of that came from recognizing exactly how to endure.
I have actually constantly been independent– structure, developing, figuring points out from scratch.
I’ve rushed through slow-moving seasons, transformed entire occupations, made an enduring of motion.
And deep down, I have actually constantly known: I’ll be fine.
I have actually been. Actually fine, in fact.
After that I encountered this quote:
“You can not change while staying in the very same atmosphere.
Your city knows the old you.
Your friends anticipate the old you.
Your routine reinforces the old you.
Real adjustment calls for full turmoil.”
And for the very first time, I didn’t just nod– I stopped.
Since I’ve lived that quote, over and over once more.
Every action, every restart, every “clean slate” was another version of change.
But recently, I have actually started to question if it’s the whole fact.