That question stops me in my tracks a lot.
I have no real answer. What am I waiting for? It’s like everyone waits around for so much of there lives they forget what they were going to do in the first place.
Working around people who are dying, sooner rather than later, I always hear people talking with regrets.
“I wish I spent more time with my family”
“I wish I would have realized that my work wouldn’t be the one here with me in my last moments”
“I wish that I would have told “___________” that I loved them”
“I wish I would have taken more chances“
So what in the world makes us chose to push these plans off? Why have I waited so long to start this blog? Why can I not convince myself to just sit down and write my novel?
Why can’t I decide who I want to be when I grow up? I feel like when I turned 12 I had a better idea of who I wanted to be then I did when I turned 30. Some people like to tell me that it is normal to feel that way, but I don’t. I think that is just crazy.
And yet maybe it is the answer too. At 12, I had no self-doubt. I hadn’t lost my first love yet, I hadn’t become a teenage mom and surely never tried to live on my own with my own bills. Those bills, man do they make you take whatever job that you can get as fast as possible. All of a sudden, those aspirations to the dream job hit the back burner.
So when do you get to pull back the reigns and take control of your own life? Your own destination. What in the world are we waiting for?
Waiting won’t bring prince charming. Waiting won’t pay our bills. Waiting sure won’t make you any happier will it? Waiting doesn’t make your life get any better. It makes it stretch on, same thing every day.
At what point do you just take the leap?