Welcome to the last day of 2016! With how this year has gone, it feels like an accomplishment. I’m not gonna list off all the things I did this year, nor am I going to post my hopes for 2017. I’ve done that the last two years, and inevitably I end up looking back and wondering if I could’ve done more. But what I am going to focus on is living.
Living is like looking at a pool for the first time and preparing to jump in. Life is standing at the edge, but living is engaging the pool and jumping into the water. I don’t ever want to be caught standing on the edge, I want to be found swimming in the pool. I don’t ever be caught going through life and simply be going through the motions. I want to be in the fight, in the trenches, helping the homeless, preventing LGBTQ suicides, helping others live life.
That’s my goal for 2017.
“Of all that is good, sublimity is supreme. Succeeding is the coming together of all that is beautiful. Furtherance is the agreement of all that is just. Perseverance is the foundation of all actions.” Lao Tzu
So I have officially been unemployed for 7 days now. I feel like in those 7 days, I have worked harder than the last 7 weeks. Packing out my 1988 Chevy Nova, moving everything that wouldn’t fit in the Nova into storage, as well as just the drive from Florida to Atlanta was intense. I took the weekend to crash, think, and prepare myself mentally and physically for the next step.
Speaking of Next Step, that seems to be the buzzword for 2016. Yes, we need to have an ordered list of goals and how to get there, but we can almost get lost in that list. I don’t want to just “know” what the next step is, I want to do the next step. And the next step.
That almost perfectly describes what I am in Atlanta so far. Next steps. Setting Goals. Achieving things. It has been slow yes, but progress is rarely ever fast. This is the foundation.
“There comes a time when you have to dream, you have to dare, you have to go.” -Anonymous
Wednesday evening, which at the time of this writing was just 2 days ago, I rolled into Atlanta Metro. I stuffed every corner and cubbie in my 1988 Chevy Nova, and put the rest into storage, and took off on this new adventure.
Back where I came from things were great! I was working at a company that care for me and the community, I was making the most money I’ve ever made in my life, I even bought my dream car twice. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I needed to do more. That I needed to stretch myself further. It’s almost like I hit the limit of what I could do with my life where I was at, and now it was time to move. On the real though, it wasn’t an easy decision to just pack up and leave. Especially when circumstances required me to make that call in just 5 days, with two weeks after that to completely pack up all my belongings and move. But I did it. I’m here. And I’m ready for what comes next.
So what is this next? No clue. My resume is set, I have an apartment here, and I am actively pursing that next. I plan on writing all of my new adventures here. Cheers to starting the new year early!