Moving On

Ah, I’m moving tomorrow again. I think it takes two hands to count the places I’ve been in the last ten or twenty years. But I’m really happy for this move and for the most part many of the other ones. It’s just across town, but I really think this is a catalyst for good change in my life.

I move Monday from the bedroom I’ve rented for the last seven months to an apartment across town. And I will be the better for it.

If I were a younger person, I would not be the same person who recognizes the opportunity in that, for self-growth in an experience like that. Sure, its a hassle–looking at units, making the calls and emails. Then the actual physical moving part. From where I’m standing, I view it with a lot of positives and recognize it as a great catalyst for change in my life right now. Good change.

But I’m also realizing lately what I left behind with my corporate chef gig, the security of it and yet that haplessness.

Hapless. I had to return to the word, to see it defined:

: having no luck : UNFORTUNATE

I feel extremely lucky to have the life I’ve lived. The experiences and emotion, the ups and downs. My childhood alone could stand the test of time. One day, it will. I hear so much in the media how scary things are in the world. What if we looked at that through the eyes of a child everyday? What is scary? What scares you?