Stepping out on faith…AGAIN

I am finally stepping out of my comfort zone….REAL BIG! At 37, single, childfree, and educated, I have spent my entire life striving to achieve. Degrees, jobs, responsibilities, and always being the dependable one. For once, I no longer want to chase achievement. I want to exist. I want to breathe. I want to live slower.

I want to travel with wanderlust in my heart, to see the world outside of what I know, and to feel what life is like without the constant need to help or fix everyone around me. No one asked me to carry that role, yet I have often chosen it. Becoming a nomad is not only about leaving the United States, it is about leaving behind the parts of me that have stayed stuck in codependency. It is about learning healthy detachment and creating space to finally discover what my life can look like when I put myself first. What life looks like feeling like I’m worthy, even if I am still working on parts of myself. As the oldest daughter, I have taken on this “superhero” archetype, where I have felt my worth was determined by how helpful I was. I’m breaking that.

Home will always be home, but right now it no longer challenges me. It no longer inspires me. This is actually the longest I have ever lived in one city. By age ten, I had lived in three different cities with my mom. Then I stayed with my dad for eight years. I lived in my college town for seven years. I stayed in Detroit for one year, Milwaukee for one year, and Memphis for nine years. I know when it is time to go, and this is the moment.

I am nervous, of course. Sometimes I wonder about what lies ahead, what could go wrong, or how I will adjust. But alongside that fear is a quiet thrill. I am excited for what is to come, for the people I might meet, for the person I might become.

Maybe that is what stepping out of a comfort zone really feels like. Fear and excitement holding hands, guiding you toward the unknown.

Have you ever felt that pull, knowing it was time to move on even though it scared you? Share your story in the comments, I would love to hear how you knew it was time.