Well, I did it. I finally told my boss about the World Race. I officially turned in my resignation letter.
HOLY FREAKING CRAP, Y'ALL.
It's real. I'm really leaving my job, my income, and my security. I'm leaving my routine. I'm leaving my life – or so it seems. The only life I've ever known is about to change drastically. These months of pre-race prep are weird like that. Sometimes it just hits you that BAM you're leaving everything that you've ever known. Everything that's comfortable and predictable.
After I turned in that letter of resignation, it all came crashing down on me. Just a few more months of paychecks and then I'll no longer be in control. I will be solely dependent on God for all of my provision. I'm not gonna lie, I definitely had one of those "what-the-crap-did-I-just-do" kinds of moments. I'm feeling empowered and terrified at the same time. All of the "what-if's" began to surface. What if I don't raise all of the funds necessary? What if I can't find a job when I come back? What if no one remembers me, or misses me, or cares at all?
But then the other "what-if's" popped into my head. What if I don't go? Would I still be here at this desk job a year from now? Would I have grown at all? Would I have made a difference to anyone?
I've always played it safe in life. I never went away to college or studied abroad. I feel like there is so much out there that I want and need to see. It's time to do this thang. It's time to be brave. It's time to be ok with being afraid, because I know in the long run that a little fear is worth the big adventure of living an unpredictable life.
I don't want to settle. I want to be stretched and challenged. I want to see and do as opposed to just reading books and blogs about others who see and do. I've always heard that what people regret most in life are the things they didn't do… so let's do this!
I'm ready! And I'm not ready at all. 🙂
T minus 107 days!
