Seven Weeks and Counting

Seven weeks from now, I'll be on my way to Prague! Actually, EXACTLY seven weeks from right now I'll be sitting at O'Hare waiting for my LOT Polish Airlines flight...likely wondering what the hell I've gotten myself into. But at that point, it will be too late to turn back so I'll just have to pop an Ativan or two and go for it. Naysayers be damned!


I was flipping through my day planner today and found this quote:


"Only he who will risk going too far can possible find out how far one can go." - TS Eliot


I have no idea where I came across it and don't recall writing it down...but I took it as a sign that I am definitely doing the right thing. When I read it, I realized that this urge to "go" has been with me for a while...long before I was willing to acknowledge it. I'm too comfortable, too safe. I get that that sounds like a good thing to a lot of people but I need to find out what happens when I step out of "safe and comfortable". Granted, my life got pretty damn uncomfortable about a year ago but that was different. That was a case of things not working out like I thought they would (or like I thought I wanted them to) and trying to figure out how to get out of bed and function like a semi-normal adult when I felt, and looked, like I'd been hit by a bus every freaking day. The "uncomfortable" that I'm facing now is much more welcomed! It's all about figuring out how to make my own life in a new place, totally on my own terms. I'll either rise to the challenge...or get hit by a bus again. Stay tuned.


ps - For those of you trying to find the PERFECT going away gift, may I suggest this movie: