Jul 2
My good friend taught me that all you need is three suitcases.
A life can fit into three: two checked bags and a carryon.
What if I packed up all my possessions:
1.
My clothes.
My apprehension, doubts and fears tucked tightly away in packing cubes.
2.
My electronics.
My independence, self reliance and self love radiating brightly.
3.
My books.
My excitement, joy and optimism for a new chapter.
What if I did not renew my lease in September?
Whose approval am I waiting for?
Who do I think I will disappoint?
It does not have to be permanent.
It could be just a year.
And then it could change again.
Is that not the beauty of life?
Your life grows around the decisions you make.
You are never stuck.
You can decide.
Again.
Again.
Again.
A life can fit into three: two checked bags and a carryon.
What if I packed up all my possessions:
1.
My clothes.
My apprehension, doubts and fears tucked tightly away in packing cubes.
2.
My electronics.
My independence, self reliance and self love radiating brightly.
3.
My books.
My excitement, joy and optimism for a new chapter.
What if I did not renew my lease in September?
Whose approval am I waiting for?
Who do I think I will disappoint?
It does not have to be permanent.
It could be just a year.
And then it could change again.
Is that not the beauty of life?
Your life grows around the decisions you make.
You are never stuck.
You can decide.
Again.
Again.
Again.
I was just inspired to be intentional about where Iām living in my 20s. A few intentional plays on words with what I would realistically need to pack and how I would also need to implicitly (here explicitly) pack my emotions about it all to have the courage to get on the flight.
