Sometimes I look at Becca’s blog title, 25ToFly, and I start laughing.
No, you guys, I’m not laughing at her.
What I meant to say, is that Becca doesn’t know how much I relate to that wonderfully alphanumeric title of hers. She doesn’t even have the slightest idea that just a few years ago I could have written this exact snippet from her About page, word for word.
Up until this point, I have followed the path set out for me that was promised to lead me to success. What I did not do, was take the time to figure out what my definition of success is. Having lived in Louisiana my entire life, I am utterly fixated on my goal of eventually moving somewhere new
Except that part about Louis and Ana. I don’t know who Louis and Ana are, but that’s a pretty sweet power-couple name. They must be really good friends of Becca to let her live inside them like that.
Anyway, I know exactly where she’s coming from. I spent 23 years of my life within the 50 mile diameter of a small New England town. So when people like Becca and I say that we need to leave our comfort zones, it isn’t because we are condescendingly turning our backs on everything we’ve ever known. It’s because when we squint really hard, we can see new experiences on the horizon. And we want to fly towards those experiences and we want to land on our feet, on our own terms. We want to be battle tested 20-somethings.
I know what it’s like “ToFly”.
A few years ago I walked into my workplace and handed in my letter of resignation with this super cool unfurling motion of the wrist. It was so cool. I wish you could’ve seen it. YOU SHOULD’VE SEEN IT. Two weeks later I packed up a single suitcase, bought a one-way ticket, and I moved to Chicago by myself. And the little cherry on top of my HAHA-I’m-bat-shit-crazaay-sundae was that I had never stepped foot inside Chicago.
Becca, you can absolutely reboot your path like a Hollywood movie. You can start by taking a deep breath and repeating after me: I believe I can fly. I believe I can tou..wait, we don’t have any money to buy the rights to that song do we, Le Clown? No? Ok, we’ll have to scrap the R. Kelly motivational montage and just stick with the basic motivational package.
Bex (I’m feeling like we’re at a place where I can nickname your nickname), stay or leave, there will always be “what ifs?” creeping up to make you second guess yourself. You can’t erase them, but I imagine the pursuit of happiness helps keep them out of bold size 64 font. So if you find yourself in a place where everything inside you is screaming that it’s time ToFly, I hope you can find the strength to pack up your finest Long Johns, steal some balloons from a child, and Mary Poppins that shit right into the sunset.