I’ve lived in 39 homes in 14 states.
Every time I moved, I was forced to adapt.
Moving did something else, too.
Moving gave me a chance to change something. Friends. Hobbies. Clothes. Habits… all without judgement. Nobody in the new place knew who I was or how I was supposed to be… “normally”.
However I showed up… was normal. It was awesome!
In eighth grade, I arrived to my new school with suspenders and an enormous afro (yes, I permed the crap out of my long hair). Those who accepted me (the kids in band and art classes) were very different than those in my previous school that knew me to be clean cut, in corduroy pants and dress shirts (think young Sheldon Cooper).
If something forced a change in your life today… how would you embrace it? Would you seek out new relationships or a church? Volunteer at a local community center or school? Wear clothes you’ve always want to wear? Start an exercise or reading habit?
So… how long will you wait for something or somebody to force that change?
What if… you decided today is moving day?
What if… you quit judging yourself, and quit allowing others to tell you what is “normal”.
What if… you were just a bit more of your best, favorite you?
If you need help packing, drop me a line… I’ve got boxes, tape, and a truck… and some old suspenders.