I’ve always had a good life. I’ve always been content with it. It’s in the past six months that I’ve realized that content is just content. It’s not good enough. Because why be content if you can be absolutely ridiculously happy? Now through looking through my rear view mirror I have realized the above and starting wondering about beginnings.
This week was My Story of I her anniversary. It’s been six months since I decided to do an all or nothing. The days leading up to it I was so nervous and actually scared. Now I sit here and wonder why? What was it that made me so nervous to start? Better yet what is the reason behind me waiting a little over four months to start? Looking back now I see and realize that it was all in my head. Well mostly, not all of it but still it made me realize that from time to time I am my own worst enemy.
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Being my own worst enemy is not good thing. It almost made me miss out on what is possibly the greatest adventure of my life. Weirdly enough the possible greatest adventure of my life is all about me, and just me. Thinking about it made me wonder whether me being nervous and scared had something to do with my love for knowledge. I tried to imagine what all would and/or could change in order to properly prepare. My imagination didn’t reach as far as reality has.
I’ve changed so much, far beyond the point of my imagination. The most remarkable change is my happiness. I am way happier now than I was before, even though before I wasn’t lacking anything. Maybe that’s the clue. The things I had, the path that I was walking on was making me feel okay, content, satisfied. I was settled in comfortably. Now I’m settled in happily. This leaves me wondering whether this is because it is new undiscovered territory of myself or is it because I’m finally walking the right pad?
On a journey with endless possibilities, only time will reveal answers. I hope..